Title: Kiss Off
Author: Mint Witch
Rating: PG-13 for language and implied violence
Spoilers: Er. No?
Disclaimers: Not mine. Nope.
A/N: Hey! MW wrote a song fic! Everybody feel free to point and laugh.
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Tom is an artist of needle and ink. I’ve come to him to trace my scars.
I found his name in a magazine. For two weeks I’ve shown him invisible bruises. Today he has mapped them on my flesh. We’ll see how Slayer healing handles this latest indignity.
For every grope, I keep a tally, $10.00 off. When he’s done, I can afford it. He stares at the $20 in his hand and thinks he might argue.
I walk away from the black curtains and Naugahyde bench, a phoenix rising on my thigh and a twenty in my pocket.
I’m finally ready.
Xander is not at my side for this. I don’t need him to not tell me things. I’ve finally overcome and I have me.
The liquid swishes in the bottles, almost blue, it’s so clear. Mom’s old grill matches still work, flaring and sputtering, but they catch.
The rags have soaked up the kerosene, gray jersey turned wet black. I have only seconds to heave them through the mansion’s windows.
One. One 'cause you left me.
Two. Two for my family.
Three. Three for my heartache.
Four. Four for the headaches.
Five for my loneliness.
Six for my sorrow.
Seven for our lost tomorrows.
Eight for… I forget what 8 was for.
Nine for your lost soul.
Ten… for everything. You fucking asshole.
The back-blast singes my eyebrows. The ends of my hair blacken and curl. Leather swirls around me as I walk away.
Good-bye Angel. Too bad it couldn’t be you.
~finis~