gracie (1)
Date: Mar 11th, 2006 - Subscribe
Mood: don't live a lie
she sits in the parlor mischievously painted pink and white to supposedly impose grace and beauty. the chair she sits on is beautiful with carvings of unicorns and ivy. she looks out the window and the tire swing sways gently in a summer afternoon. she looks down, her hands are folded neatly atop the pleats of her summer dress draping her thighs.
she rises from her chair. she walks to the window. with every step she takes, her hair lightly bounces off her shoulders. she touches the smooth glass, she sees her own reflection and beyond that, the lazy old tire swing hanging from the oak. she smiles.
she thrusts her fist through the glass, shattering it. her hand is bleeding. she hurriedly wipes the blood on the white curtains. she takes a sharp shard of glass and starts cutting through the pink and white wallpaper.
she etches off the carvings on her chair, placing two horns on the unicorns and making snakes out of the ivy. blood continues to flow from her hand and to trail down her arms.
she lunges toward the grand piano. rips off the cover and starts playing dance of the sugar plum fairies. she appears to be convulting, her hair now bounces furiously off her shoulders and against her back. the white keys turn pink from the blood spill.
she doesn't finish her song. she gets up, her vision has blurred. she trips and falls trying to grasp the doorknob. she looks around the parlor, she has ruined the wallpaper. there are smears of blood on the walls and funiture. she can't seem to open the door. she starts to scream. she screams! and screams!
the door opens.."gracie, what have you done?"
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