Story 7 - clipping.

Kimberly couldn’t believe what she was seeing

Video was grainy but she could make out his face

It clearly had to be Steve

Hadn’t seen him in maybe, what?

It couldn’t be more than a couple days

Who was this bitch on her knees?

She was not even pretty, fuck

He better not still be up in her place

She fishing 'round for her keys

Check the lock, it is broken in

Impatiently, a scowl on her face

Kimberly opens the door

She wasn’t ready, drops the keys

Drops to the ground and tries to catch her breath

Steve was still there on the floor

What was left of him, gnarled bone

The body parts are piled in a mess

How easily she ignored

All of the scratches, could be nails or could be teeth

Certainly not a knife

She should have looked at the floor

Follow blood to the window sill

Where it went up and out into the night

Cynthia strolling through the moonlight

Casually wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth

Cynthia knew Steve wouldn’t do right

From the moment when he had said that he wouldn’t eat her out

Cynthia singing on a blue night

Temporarily satisfied but she knew that wouldn’t last

Cynthia steps into the Brew Right

Thirsty for a drink and to find someone to help hours pass

After Randy had sent the photos

He decided that he had just earned a drink

Shit, he’s celebrating the end of a horrible case

He never had to see that woman Kimberly ever again

He thinks, shit, he had completed the task that was simple enough

She knew her man was cheating like they always do

She only needed proof

So he got to tailing the brown Chevrolet

And he’ll say this for Steve, he knew what he was doing

So good that he almost got away with all of his bullshit

But Randy wouldn’t get paid, and let’s face it

He needed every dollar that this little job could make

The bookies were calling with more regularity

He would rather keep his kneecaps still unbroken

Thank you, if it’s all the same, shit

Nothing had changed, he was the definition of in a rut

Anyway, job well done, he saunters on into the Brew Right pub

The spot pretty jumpin', he spies a seat at the bar

Orders the scotch and then feels a gentle hand on his back

And he turns to meet the eyes of a woman

Who tells him her name is

Cynthia, cross-legged at the bar now holding up a drink

Wink, lips

Cynthia whispers and his heart now takes another beat

Think, skips

Cynthia, tongue along his ear now, maybe he should pay

The tab

Cynthia knows just where to go now, and they leave and hail

A cab

He say, is this the type of thing where he pay?

And if so, he gon' need a rain check (check, check)

She say, «You can have this one for free, bae»

As she licked the lips and started bitin' on his neck

He say what’s crazy 'bout this, between the bites and the kisses

Is he ain’t been in a taxi since back when he lost his sister

But Cynthia isn’t listenin' to him, she on a mission

The moon is full and she hurtin', and he might be the prescription

And now she pullin' up her dress, and he grabbin' on her breasts

And she start to see the throbbin' in his veins

And she get ready for the s—

But just then the cabbie pulled the taxi over quick

Click, pop-pop, silver flashes mixed with red and that was it

Cynthia is choking on her blood now

The cabbie walks off into the night unseen while

Cynthia, still locked in Randy’s hug now

'Cept for the oaken window high above the scene and

Cynthia looks straight into her doom now

Little 'Trina watches everything that happens down below

But doesn’t scream and

Cynthia is howling at the moon now

Tomorrow, 'Trina's gonna wake up

Wondering if it was really all a dream

Cynthia

Cynthia

Cynthia