Eclipse

This is a about a woman's inner struggle.

Etta paints her face in an array of color every morning, when she gets ready for work, to erase the pain within her face.  Her physical scars are dabbled with beige, and then dusted over with transluscent power.  Then she roses up her cheeks with rouge, and dabs some brown on her eyelids to cleanse away the tracks from her tears whenever she thinks about her life filled emotional crises that consumes her soul, burns her heart, and drains her sprit of energy to the point of strangling her will.  The waters within her soul grow wild with desolation whenever the crows feed on her flesh, and drop her bones into her icy visions of despair.  The sun burns hotter and the days get longer.  The older she gets, the wiser she becomes; thus, using the holistic light as a source of ignition when her inner power is eclipsed.

Her dying breath is captured by frosty visions lurking in the tortured realms of her wounded mind.  Throughout the suffering days and murdered nights, she aches to be loosened from the prongs of truth that imprisoned her with their malicious bite.  For this is the ugliness that creeps within Etta's frolicking veins, shouting, "Lord of my blistered memories, come save me from this feverish storm that threatens to descecrate my wholesome tongue.  For I am the stake that has been driven into your somber body.  I summon up the army of darkness to help me fulfill a broken promise I made to the singing moon, and share with you the shouting voices that surround my mirth whenever I am alone in the shallowness of the wolf's bleeding waters."

Forever be not the cause of this cosmetic crawler the hosts causal fluidity frolicing inside her troubled spell.  If only to become the resonating light that gleams down on the glossy tombs, and sandwiches Etta between the gates of fire and the dancing doors.  Neither one can erase the savage creed that dwells within her jailed spirit.  However, when the drifter settles back into her mystic eyes, only then will she create a means to crawl out from the crippled dungeon that is lulled by her stolen melody.

Etta walks away from the ghost of her reflection, and sinks into the mesh of her depression.  She hastily looks through the drawrers in the bathroom until she manages to find what she is looking for.  Upon gliding out the razor from her shaver, she then pierces it into her fleshy arm and lets her deathly sustenace drip unto the floor.

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

The imagery is what it should be... I think you really captured how we can hide behind a facade with a virtual make up to hide the pain... the end ing I really like... as she learns to use the pain as motivation to be stronger.