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gather round, children. come sit by granny's feet. i wish to tell you a tale... a sordid tale... the setting is bleak. likewise, the outlook... sit for a while. be still. it starts.

ethereal; i gaze upon the sad sad scene. serene, yet confused, i smile down curiously at my surroundings. all seems pristine and darkly romantic:

there are flickering candles scattered about with seeming careless disregard. an opulent fragrance of the sweetest rose dances in the air. this fantasy of rose fleetingly frolicks with my olfactory senses. fluttering curtains of purest white are lazily taunted and teased by a cool gentle breeze.

all is quiet.

my gazing eyes are drawn to the over-large smoothness of an alabaster tub. it is dark and sinister as the night, shining like a shrine in a sea of candles.

a dark pool of crimson [saw this coming, didnt you, children..] fills this unholy tub to its brim. my eyes are drawn ever closer to the figure suspended there. in time. forever. almost glazed...

her skin has taken on an almost translucent quality. candlelight shimmers on her liquid bed. her watery grave seems to swerve.

but no.

a tightness clutches deeply inside my chest. the world has gone mad! i cannot draw breath... but, i soon realise, i do not need to.

this is about a girl.

[right on, mr cobain!]

i know her.

this is where the story ends and the nightmare begins.

[life: hurry - scurry - bury. life cycle. rinse cycle. menstrual cycle. it's all connected. perspire retire expire - you have reached your sell-by date. the final destination, so to speak.]

i float above the tragic visions in my head. i wage a bitter pointless war against every cold stark mirror i encounter.

rejection issues.