Wednesday, June 18, 2003 :::
 
Sally sat alone at the counter, waiting for the love of her life. The coffee in front of her sat untouched and cold. She drummed her fingers on the counter and sighed.

In the ladies room, her tears left black streaks down her cheeks. She stared in the mirror at her red eyes and messed up make-up and saw a monster looking back at her. She clenched her eyelids shut and wished her reflection away.

She drove home slowly, wiping away her tears at each red light and stop sign. Her previously silent tears had turned to halted yelps of remorse. She tried to concentrate on the road, but the pain refused to be ignored. In her neighborhood, she bent forward like an old lady, trying to hide her face from the neighbors.

The bottle of wine she had planned to share sat on the kitchen table staring at her. The deep red of the wine reminded her of blood. She stared at the bottle wishing it away. She opened a drawer and withdrew a bottle opener.

The bath was hot and made her think of pools of fire. The half empty bottle of wine sat on the tiled floor beside her. The tears had stopped, but the pain was even worse than before. She had avoided the mirror when she walked in, but now she turned her head and looked at her face.

Looking back from the other side of the looking glass was a skull, distorted and pale. Within the deep eye sockets, she could see a bright red ball. Its Jaw hung open menacingly.

Slowly, the skull began to let loose a slow laughing cackle. It began to swing back and forth like a pendulum, moving to the beat of its own insane discordant melody. The red eyes began to glow and sally screamed, but no sound came out. The skull kept laughing.

Sally spun her head away from the mirror and her gaze landed on a disposable pink razor. She picked it up and stared at the twin blades. Holding the head in her hands, she began to twist.

A blade broke free and dug into her thumb. The blood fell and spread, leaving pink pathways in the water. She didn’t feel the pain, but the sight of the blood filled her with hope.

She had begun crying again, but these were tears of emptiness. The pain had folded in upon itself and collapsed. Like a black hole, the pit of pain sucked all feeling and emotion from her tired body. Consumed by emptiness, Sally gave up.

The blood poured from her vein and steadily turned the water pink, then red. As the world faded to black, she waited for the love of her life.

::: posted by Matthew at 2:27 AM --


 
I took down the photo.

While the two images came together through convenience, I think that too much meaning may have been read in to it.

I had no other meaning in mind or ulterior motive with that photomanipulation.

::: posted by Matthew at 2:04 AM --