The Wild, Wild South

"You Want This" Watercolor/Ink on paper. Copyright 2014 Totsymae

“You Want This” Watercolor/Ink on paper. Copyright 2014 Totsymae

It’s getting crazy down here, folks. Not only is it about to get hot down south but on July 1st, folk will be able to carry a gun anywhere they want. To school. The grocery store. To church. You name it, we can take it.

In addition, where I’m at, we’ve long time had a Stand Your Ground law in place. You know what that means. Sitting right above Florida, with George Zimmerman stalking about, there’re gonna be some gun-toting fools around here just like him.

You see, our governor is for death, not life. He rejected legalizing medical marijuana for children who have multiple seizures per day. Put a big, red X on the bill the very day those parents were begging and begging for their children to have some quality of life. And you know what happened today? A husband cut the fool ’cause his wife filed for divorce Monday. He wasn’t having no wife of his upping and leaving his fool self, so he saw fit to load up and go after her. She’s the Assistant D.A., okay? Know what happened next? He took a gun to himself, like his twin spirit did the other day.

Do understand, if you’ve got an ounce of sense, you can pretend you’ve got two and get a gun permit. What’s gonna happen on Black Friday? Or when that road-rager is bumped in traffic on a day he’s just been fired? Or when I’m cleaning house and turn up the volume on my stereo ’cause I’m so happy…

Standing Ground to Keep the One You Love

Copyright 2014 Totsymae

Copyright 2014 Totsymae

Folks, today, I’m  gonna report the news on what’s happening down south. Picture this. Me on your TV screen talking  just like this, reporting the 6:00 news…

On Monday, a man was all broken up ’cause his woman left him. His time had expired in her life and she was moving down a different road without him. He wasn’t doing right and she wasn’t having it, more than likely. Folks, he was too through about this. I mean he was so through, he put it in his mind to follow her to the mall and have it out with her. Oh yeah, he was gonna cut the fool like he’d never done before, you hear me?

Well, she’d just done her shopping and what have you and heading to her car. His no count self approached her and got to yelling and whatnot. Just raising all kindsa hell. Folks were looking all around and next thing you know, a POW POW POW shot into the air and landed in that woman’s body. It was an awful sight, witnesses say, but all they could do was call 911.

This fool-cutter, we’ll now call him, who did the shooting, left like not a darn thing had ever happened. Got in his ride and drove away like any other day. You hear me?

To conclude this unfortunate story, the woman fought real hard but not too long ’cause she passed on yesterday. I’m real sure she left loved ones behind. And it so happens this fella did too. You see, he went to an even darker place inside himself. Had all them swirling emotions riding his tail and it was all, way too much. He drove to a spot, where nobody was around to intercept ending his life in peace. Now, folks wanna know why he didn’t do that before he shot that woman. And folk ponder that every time a story like this happens, which happens real often, you know.

True story, folks. Happened the other day.

 

 

 

 

55 Words: Stories of Us

“Deliverance” Watercolor on paper. Copyright 2012 Totsymae

She Said I Do

Couldn’t love him through the pain of hating himself and continue packing flesh-colored powder around the black and blues of what used to be a beautiful face. Laura stuffed  grocery bags and rushed to the boys’ bedroom, where dry splatters of blood stained their walls from last week. Then, headlights came beaming through the window.

Her Last Thoughts

Never planned to lay dying at forty. Projects waited for her to complete them. She wondered if Clara, her only friend, had washed the dinner plates in the sink from days before. While the monster ate at her last breast, she imagined her last drink of wine, the glass rim stained with signature maroon lipstick.

The Choice

They paraded outside with signs, bantering with a sense of rage that she was vile for cutting the cord to life inside her. Noma wept inside and out, thinking of the baby that her step-father planted inside to swell up her thoughts, while her mother sat with folded arms and anger etched across her face.