“Samsonite Assassin”

By: Darlina Marie Magallanes

He approached her with caution, for his pride he had fear
He said, “I can’t take my eyes off you, can I buy you a beer?”
She looked up from her meal, heart filled with complete mistrust
“No thanks,” she said sweetly despite her disgust
“In that case, may I join you?” said the man, “Please I must.”
She looked into his eyes this time which were filled with emptiness and lust.
“Listen Mr…”she responded with task
“Lance is my name,” he answered her back
“Lance do you have a wife?”
Caught off guard he responded nervously, “Well that’s a little forward of you to ask.”
Though her words were created with anger they flowed out like a dance
With a chilling smirk on her face she firmly responded to Lance,
“Listen Mr. Lance I’m not one for romance
As all first times shine you may seem sweet at the glance
But you would treat me like shit if you were given the chance
So go home to your wife while I save myself grief and say ‘no’ in advance.”
Embarrassingly, as if though in a trance,
He pranced over to the door, and exited Lance.

“It’s a little slice of heaven,” she heard the waitress say
If a piece of pie took me to a slice of heaven, she thought peacefully
I would spend my paychecks on desserts and travel on the wheels of my obesity
She snapped back in to reality by the thought of her episode that occurred just recently
She paid for her meal and glided out of the restaurant delicately
Went home and waited for two a.m. so she could go to work
Her job was not found for her by any employment agency
At the beautiful age of twenty five, for ten years she’s done this job gracefully
Her employer unknown to the rest of the world each night assigns her the tasks that she carries out so faithfully
She loves her job because with festering anger burning inside, her missions bring her tranquility.

One a.m. hits as her employer makes the call
One thirty a.m. hits as she laces up her black steel toe boot
Two a.m. hits as she loads her gun to be ready to shoot

There is a song called “Samsonite Man”
About a guy who travels around and strategically breaks every open heart that he can
He is captivating, intelligent, eloquent, sweet and deliquet
Somewhat like a snake
Little does his prey know that this is all an act and his sensitive attributes are nothing but fake
Once his prey feels secured and settled is when he ups and splits
As swift as he walked into a life is as swift as he calls it quits.
But it’s not just men, women cheat as well
And that is when the assassin’s task is assigned to send them to hell
She fights the crimes of broken hearts and fallen dreams
And brings justice to those whose hopes have been torn apart

“You’re not a bad person for falling out of love
You’re a bad person for pretending to care and to be in love in the first place,”
She graciously explains this to all the heartbreakers as she holds a cold pistol to each handsome face
And each shot, each slice, each hit she applies is a work of grace
And she vanishes with the evidence and leaves no mess, nor mark, nor hint of trace

She lies awake in bed as the sun begins to rise
She doesn’t feel remorseful, she does not sympathize
Due to her terrible childhood she is completely desensitized
She is completely numb to loneliness as she begins to close her eyes
The Samsonite Assassin falls asleep with not regrets And awakens each late afternoon to do it again in self respect