This is Plagiarism by Jennifer Lagier

Your One Phone Call

I’ll hire a black Cadillac, to drive you to your grave.  I’m gonna be there baby, throw that dirt in your face. “ – Joyce Green, Black Cadillac

Bessie growls the refrain
through gritted teeth.
Repeats threats
from a rockabilly song
to express
her desired revenge.

Murphy looked so good,
standing at the piano bar.
Long and lean, raspy voice,
a dangerous kind of man.
His rough touch made her ache.

Buys her tequila,
shares intimate stories,
keeps his hand on her knee.
Follows her outside
where he slides his fingers
into her bra as his mouth
brands her throat.

Tells her she is his soul mate,
the love of his life.
Moves in, wrecks her car,
ruins her credit,
contributes nothing but grief.

He’s one more handsome sleaze-bag
worth more dead than alive.
“I caught you cheatin’
and runnin’ round,”
she bitterly croons as she
has the locks changed.

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