Meredith Kinrys
SMACK.
His glove across my face,
His love I may have chased.
The insult is strong, would be wrong to move on so it’s not long
Before we stand back to back, prepare to attack, got to react fast.
To the death, who can say but I pray
if I stay alive I will seize the day.
Dear Mary-Ann,
Light of my life, my enemy’s wife,
I hope you will
Love me still.
Heart be still, on this highest hill.
Beat. Beat. Beat.
We meet, barely stay on my feet
And is it a sin if I win? My head spins, countdown begins—
I grin.
1
2
3
4
5
Heart quickening its pace.
6
7
8
9
10
Two men, face to face
We aim: him high, me ahead.
Both shoot—
he’s dead.
The quicker shot
but me the better shot
Now I’ve got a shot.
Husband gone, not proud of what I’ve done, I come to stand
before Mary-Ann
Confess I killed your man but I plan
To make you my wife, start a new life, no more strife. What do you say?
She looks my way,
Smiles.
Tears in her eyes, feels like a while.
Before she finally says—
“Scum.”
Silhouetted by the sun, raises a gun…
Guess my time has come.
BANG.
Meredith Kinrys is a multidisciplinary artist/writer exploring society, empowerment, and the occasional fairy tale.
A small village, and me with big ideas. I don’t belong, but expectations trap me.
Fate intervenes; a beloved father lost, an enchanted castle found. A giant, snarling beast. Illusions hide beauty within, but I only use my eyes to see. I flee, and wolves come—giant and snarling.
I am rescued by the beast, unexpectedly. I soften and bend, unexpectedly.
So does he.
But a gentle beast doesn’t belong, doesn’t fit expectations. Small men come, beautiful outsides hiding snarling monsters within.
They kill the beast.
I fall with him. Expectations flee with our last breath, and the world finally opens up.
Death sets us free.
Meredith Kinrys is a multidisciplinary artist/writer exploring society, empowerment, and the occasional fairy tale.