November Notes Cupid Carries a Gun Marilyn Manson
Ok, I have to admit up front this is going to be a challenge. I hate Marilyn Manson. His work is dark and I find it depressing. So, here goes.
Cupid was present. I could feel it. The swish of air, the wisp of subtle movement. Why couldn’t others feel the presence?
I plugged headphones in and people assumed I was listening to something or other. I constantly moved as if dancing and swaying to a favourite piece of music. I zigged and zagged moving with skill. I sensed Cupid’s presence was gone. For now.
Everyone figured Cupid was a delightful little sprite like fairy, with a cute harp and bow and arrow and that its sting would not hurt. They were wrong and it did. For it was a gun Cupid carried, and its bullet penetrated quickly, entering deep into your heart leaving a gaping hole that none could fill.
How did I know this? I’d been on the other side.