Katya’s X Files
Katya knew
where
all the bodies were.
So did Tiki.
Their secrets now smoldering
inside the top of a rusty wheelbarrow,
the blacked out IOU’s
the old headlines, lost family portraits
the sooty fingerprints
carefully smudged.
She exhaled wrapping her arms tightly
around her
for the moment they were safe.
All the Kings horses and all the King’s men
couldn’t fix the blunders, the payoffs
or bankroll the lawyer’s yachts or trips to exotic locales.
Not to mention his whores, and that multitude
was just the tip of the iceberg.
It was time for primitive Tiki,
the Indonesian fishing god,
to put his plan into motion.
The Prince was about to embark on a trip to the islands.
It was good publicity.
Good for business.
Tiki would accompany him.
He would introduce him to Suzy.
Suzy Pacu had a weakness for royal blood.
How else was a single girl going to
get some satisfaction.
She would eat him up.
©Cornelia Connie DeDona 4-11-18
Corney Press 