A crimson explosion of blood serves
as an accurate representation of her heart,
beating in accordance with the cocks
of the machine gun, a rhythmic crescendo
of the sounds of destruction, fusing with the
undeniable chromatics of remorse, corrosive chords
of forsaken love and splatters of awry glissandos
that reflect the self-contained chaos within her
trembling self. She must not utter a word, in
order to conserve an expression of serenity.
Tears are not allowed. Love is not allowed. You
are not allowed. Thus, she restrains the violent spasms of
despair, pulls everything close, inward, inside, those
demon claws that tear her into pieces, corrosive aspirations
that she knows will never be realized, will cease once
she ceases. With a horrendous cry, she fires, charges,
at her enemy, the princess of destruction, destroying
all that’s in her path, all that is herself.
Haven’t been able to write much lately…stupid midterms and group presentations. This has been a free-write. I just let words flow. I am so haunted by this warrior princess these days…a character without a name, a story that I will have to write sooner or later, because I have never been so obsessed about a character before, not like this. And I’m very tempted to name her Gloriana, a name I’ve come across in reading Spencer’s Faerie Queene. But that will be for another time…right now, I’m so busy with school that I practically don’t have a life. 😦
And here’s the playlist I’ve created for her using 8tracks. Here’s my warrior princess in motion–and her narrative expressed in the forms of music.