Walking down a corridor the wooden floors faded by the sun light the curtains sway revealing the invisible bars of the windows, abstract shadows swayed by the breeze that tickles your neck on a hot summer {s} mid-afternoon. A woman is standing looking at tree stops dressed in a gown long also with oriental sleeves, her attire coloured a piercing red. Her golden hair kissed by the sun coming from ‘The French Doors’ that are swung open welcoming in the sunlight, her hair moves slightly in the breeze, the woman looks ahead. Stretching out her left arm a-wide seeing now from the back. Opening out her left hand the right hand produces a sceptre, bow. The back of her dress slashes open revealing bare skin, slicing through her flesh. Blood pours from the opened wound on her back. As the woman finishes with the slicing of the palm of her left hand and begins singing. Stevie Nicks - Rooms on Fire [12 Mix] youtube/watch?v=hwnS_cGfaj4 Yet all along the woman keeps her bear back facing you, her skin now healed. As if kept deliberately at a distance unable to see her reflection through the screen glass being transparent looking at a view of autumn leafs. And now the young women begins walking. Continuing to walk through the opened french doors. Her hair golden, bleached in sunlight, the woman walking still, along the floor. Her hem swaying towards the sun drenched ledge of the Rococo sun drenched balcony. Yet you hear her voice loud and clear, it can only be her voice? Being no other being taking refuge after high noon inside ‘The Day Room’, no-one stood upon the smooth wooden floors besides you.” “You can love anything or anyone, and I don’t love easily, be careful what you fall in love with, for it can be deadly.” Enjoying a breath of fresh air continued viewing the tree tops of her beloved autumn, in full colour being one of many of her virtues, as her dress changes colour. G.L.LF
Posted on: Tue, 04 Nov 2014 21:52:42 +0000
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