Visitors

The knock at the door said it all. Dread.

"knock knock," the door seemed to say.

Over and over again.

"knock knock."

"who's there?" Don shakily asked.

"knock knock."

"Tell me who's there!"

"You know who this is," the other side of the door said.

"orange?"

"no. banana. open up!"

As Don opened the door, he saw that many a police officer filled his lawn.

"Thank God," Don whispered to himself.

Eventually the police found the intruder hiding in the home with a loaded gun under Don's bed.

"where's my wife," Don asked.

"she's dead," the officer replied. "Two gunshots to the head and face."

"oh," sighed Don.

"It's good that you called us, or you could've been shot by this maniac,
just like your wife."

"Yeah, right?," stated Don.

"Yeah, that's right, Don."

"Well, orange you glad I didn't say banana, officer."

"Sir, your wife's dead. seriously."

The End

Vagina Spider

your vagina was like a spider's web
chambers of things i knew nothing about
portals of mystery
i was curious to find out
what sweet, deviant pleasures i could find in such dark places
caverns of flesh illuminated only by the wetness inside
your vagina was like a spider's web
not in the way that i got caught up in it
but in the way that it was all sticky and i was afraid by it.