The Last Lash

A Screenplay by N. An

A grotesque presentation of the underlying emotions.

Her bony finger caresses the immensity of a smooth leaf amidst the sea of sheets. She beams, for ‘scarlet and white’ occurred only yet, a contrast adored by the ever anticipated artist. She strokes the paper with the crimson fluid gushing out bitterly from her hollowed eyes but calmed in the china bowl resting peacefully in her lap, only to create more fidgety strokes slashing quivery meanings into poised existences over an ever compassionate canvas.

It reads "I disown my eyes tonight. They have imprisoned me for years. No more not now do I wish to succumb to what they let me see. My inner eyes awaken and they litter it back,only to be reawakened. So now when the strife ends, let the light of my insight shine henceforth.

I truly want to see and not be manipulated again by the visibility of this world. Let this gateway of filth weep ruby tears, after plaguing my heart. I swear to god that I have disowned them by will, and their wretched means to peek into each eye speaking lies and twisting realities. No wish remains in me to look into emptiness and pretentious anymore held by the buoyancy of flimsy hearts."

The slit in her smile deepens as she fishes her finger out of the bowl for the very last lash.