Friday, February 3, 2012

twirled

they called her primadonna. i could only stare. maybe i willingly wanted to be mesmerised. taken as a whole being. fixated at this singular star infinitely.

one by one dropped like flies. one by one wore her inside out. these are giants. the titans. i stood by like some stupid firefly, i did not leave. i wanted to stay and watched how primadonna play herself out to the end.

from one arms to another, she danced her heart out. it was almost vivid i could taste her raw emotions being tossed about. the richness and intensity is wildly intoxicating. still i stood by. watching her driving me crazy.

human are filth with desires. we were all closer to hell than heaven, i thought. the desire to burn and vaporise. she wanted it too, i could sense it. it had been in her mind for almost forever, seething underneath those glamourous composure. all those delicate moves that she paraded to the world, all those pictures of perfection that she so much worshipped. all of them concealed her true being. i first thought ethereal. but no, we were closer to hell like i said. her true self was evidently glaring to my eyes that i could not help but to identify.

for every fiction there must be an end. for every ending there must be a beginning. this one didnt. this one severe all presumptions. this one enticed and bound me to this spot.

and i watched as if i was waiting for it to end. but deep inside, both me and primadonna wanted this immortalised. she danced away letting her soul consumed by the ravaging melody, and my eyes fiercely worshipping her phenomenal moves and beauty.

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