Sex and Murder Magazine

By Stephen Jarrell Williams

I'm meeting Rita
on the roof of her condo.

I work for her goon squad.
Only a few jobs.

I already screwed-up,
letting someone off easy.

One of her boys secretly told me,
Rita wants to do me in personally...

She makes love to her victims,
before pushing them off the roof.

Her boys wait below on the street,
filming the fall for her later viewings.

She's a beauty,
face like a young Madonna.

I can't wait to get her drunk with red wine,
unzipping her expensive dress.

I can't wait to do the juice out of her.
I'm quite a bastard in bed.

I can't wait for her push.
The boys finding me dead and flat on the sidewalk.

A smile on my face.
An empty vial of poison in my pocket.

Rita choking on her rooftop,
realizing they'll film her as she falls.