Eye candyA Story by Anna LundgrenInfluenced by the book "Blonde" by Joyce Carol OatesEye-candy The figure
stood on the Italian renaissance inspired balcony and a coy smile spread itself
across her marble white face. Is that
really Marilyn Monroe, naked? How amusing! could be heard among the crowds
below, far below the beautiful balcony and the even more divine Monroe. Her name
was seen everywhere; in magazines, on radio, posters and on the cinema screen. My safe corner, where no one can reach into
my little shivering baby heart. She was now officially famous. Me, famous? No, that must be a mistake. A
terrible one. She was told that she
was special, hadn’t she always known that? Being special was as natural as
striking a pose, especially if you had a father who was famous in Hollywood and
who everyone knew, except you. The mystery of it cast a fairytale shimmer
around you. Someday, he would come and save you. Yes, he would. She was
born to be s star, an extraordinary delivery to the American nation. To the
hungry eyes of the world, who only waited to get a bite of her, that delicious
piece of human flesh. Its mouth watered! Norma Jeane
was like a washed-out t-shirt. She’d been worn by so many people. All the men in Hollywood and many more. There
was barely enough cloth to wrap around herself now. Still, why would she need
to cover her gorgeous self in clothes? She was more enjoyable naked! Her fame
was corrosive to her. I will only be alive
as long as the world loves me, as long as I am needed. © 2013 Anna LundgrenReviews
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