Lust and Lace

It was late night, eleven by the clock, translucent liquid streaming down my then reddened

cheeks. I could feel my heart thash inside my ribcage. Why you ask? my brother, my beautiful mopp-

haired brother, the color of sand and eyes as piercing cold as the depths of the lake i was running to,

my retreat. His pale rough hand, due to the work he did by day what it was i could only wish to remember,

but i do not and we move along. That hand had struck me tonight, on a night so cold, and i could not

bare to remain any longer, so i ran. I ran to the only place that no-one knew of, my lake, my retreat from

the world i so hated, i so despised. Before i left my home i clothed myself in my red velvet cloak, it was

long reaching the ground but it had a fur rimmed cape, wolf fur, and that was enough to keep my body

temporarily warm. Underneath i was attired in my best gown, a victorian black laced dress it was long

sleeved with ruffles of black lace at the ends. The delicate skin of my pale bossom peeking through the

V-shaped upper placing of the dress. The bottom, also like the cloak, reached the ground, lined in ruffled

black lace and mere ebony flats to warm my feet. My skin was paler than usual due to the entensity of

the harsh winter cold, yet i loved it, i had always loved the feeling. The dress was victorian because i was

living in those times, times of blood and gold, lust and lace, and i loved it so. I was relieved when i reached

my little getaway, although it was not small at all, it still to this day amazes me how noone had uncovered

that majestic, lucious oasis. It was a fairly large clearing with large tree's taller than myself or any other

man. To the far right was a bramble of crimson roses, some dead from the winters manner but most alive

and well it seemed. Very near to those roses was the glorius lake, now shimmering under the moons ghastly

pale light, its eerie reflection on the surface of the dark waters. It put my soul in a tranquil place, by now i

was sitting near the lakes edge, trying my best to decipher what i was about to do, all my thoughts were

colliding in my head but one thought was clear, one thought was permanent, i would die that night, my grave

of icy waves lapping about me in complete bliss would be my souls final contempt. I could not live anymore,

my body could not take it and so i waited for myself tgo be ready, i was inside myself i could not feel the

cold, i could not feel my numbed body all i felt were my feelings, my thoughts and my one pleasuring task

ahead. I heard a voice then suddenly but it was not aloud it felt internal, it was a mans voice and so desperatly

soothing, if it would stop speaking i thought i would surely die. Like the voice of some angel it spoke to me

telling me to come, but where?...My head then ached, all my thoughts dimenishing in agony. The rapture of

absolutly...nothing. I opened my eyes to see the grandeur that was...horrificly beautiful.



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