Death of a Poet

We have to kill her
I know, but she refuses to die, I have tried everything.

What all have you tried?
Sprayed her brains over the back wall, she patiently gathered the tissue and brought it whole again. A gruesome result but living nevertheless. Ground her heart to a fine powder dust, she collected everything and kneaded it back to life. Mistrust, harsh words, broken promises and indifference I have tried it all. She still just keeps coming back for more.

Hmmm, what about banality? You tried that?
No. How do I do that?

Simple, she has illusions of grandeur, doesn’t she? Let’s dole out the ordinary. She won’t be able to withstand being treated like the lowest common denominator. Take all she is giving, acknowledge it, respect it, be grateful even and then pretend its not worth anything at all.

What's the novelty in that?

Novelty lies in the fact that she never thinks it could happen to her. She thinks she will die in pools of glory and blazes of color. Her end spawning a legion of thought in a million  minds. She will never guess that she can be left to waste away in obscurity. Just a number on a list, unclaimed and undistinguished. After all, what is so new about a man sleeping with a girl and forgetting to call?