Tuesday, 29 January 2013

Just a little beginning of something...

And whenever she had picked one, she fancied that she saw a still prettier one farther on, and ran after it, and so got deeper and deeper into the wood.’
-The Brothers Grimm
     Once upon a time there was a beautiful young woman, she was lost in her life and it was unknown to her where she should be; who she should be or what her purpose was. She had wandered through the shadows, in and out of the daylight, dancing among the sunbeams for many years but now she had finally stopped. You see, darkest of dark roads, the bricks saturated in nightshade and hawthorn she finally got a taste of the life that belonged the Young woman had tried many things to find out who she was; she had taken many-a colour road to find herself but as she wandered down the to her, it was sweet, thick with molasses, one taste made her mouth water for more.
 It wasn’t just the taste, it was a feeling, the way the knife felt as it slid through flesh as smooth as a hot knife through butter, the way it resisted against the thick bone before grinding further through, leaving a wet, shining gauge with-in the soft pink mound of skin and flesh. She remembered the sharp white of bone showing, the way the blood rushed at the wall behind, the crimson droplets seemingly suspended in air before falling; fat and thick, hitting the floor with in-audible sound, settling, spreading and then soaking in. She remembered the puddle which had begun to form after the knife had slipped effortlessly through the thinner flesh of the throat, leaving in its wake a thick, red gaping grin. The puddle had continued to spread until it reached the soft beige rug and then it was thirstily gulped up. She remembered how the falling droplets had impacted with the red puddle, causing ripples, ripples of life fading away.
Yes she had, on that dull, sun spotted day, found her niche; her place in life. In fact she had so revelled in her new found belonging that she had watched the blood slowly saturate her summer dress and had still not disposed of the clothing. It excited her when her eyes lay upon the ruined dress, kept the memory fresh in her mind. Everything felt better now, clearer her corner of the world had been carved out and she intended to keep on carving….

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