Wednesday, June 01, 2005

Lady of Shallot - One Hundred Words

Slit throats glare back mockingly through hazy vision. Could such horror truly just happen? No fanfare, hardly any emotion felt. Death seems unfriendly now, considering pronounced pain endured in achieving it. Intrinsic guilt bears down before thoughts metaphysical return. Well-pitched lies conjure justification. Metamorphosis, afterlife, glory... crackbrain rationalization. Inevitably, crimson rivers of exsanguination make reality divert, falling upon delusion, unable or unwilling to recognize what ‘IS’. Smiling sheepishly while fingering the blade with reverent sensations, I reject gratitude for venerable actions. ‘You’re welcome, Dear Ones,’ muttered by unfamiliar voice, my own. ‘Time immediate. Move along. More souls require release.’

Lady of Shallot

1 comment:

Ivorwen said...

Ack! My fav image set to my story! Thank you thank you. And thanks to you & Bob for this exercise, Lisa. Felt good to take my grey matter out, dust it off, and use it. Was becoming too lemminglike...