Tuesday, September 22, 2009

My Last Duchess - Reeeeeeeeeeemix

The tip of her tongue gently touched her recently lipsticked lips while she looked at the myriad of rain drops hitting the dirty glas of the window. A dying cigarette was trapped between her aging fingers on her aging right hand. She had noticed this decay of her body for a while now but still could not find it too troublesome despite the fact that she herself fully recognized it as decay. Yet, somehow the thought of rotting away seemed to bring her comfort. She let the tip of her tongue touch her recently lipsticked lips once again, and thought to herself: "...got to..." She looked down at the ashtray, choked by butts, and killed her cigarette in it. Even though she tried not to, she looked again at the window, and failed in her attempt to maintain a focus on the chivalrous drops of rain. Her image was there now. It was an uncanny presence among these brave and determined drops that continously tried to bust the glass. Too much mascara, too much foundation, still not enough, however, to hide the deep ravines that had fittingly intruded her face. She looked at her recently lipsticked lips. While watching at the image of the Duchess in the window, she, once again, gently let the tip of her tongue touch these red lips. They were the only feature fully alive in her face. "He must be here soon...", she thought as she kept gazing at the Duchess' red lips. Her heart jumped a bit as she heard the greasy door knob turn. Her heart always jumped a bit, when he entered even though it was the same week after week. Year after year. A forceful smile penetrated her recently lipsticked lips, and she turned around to face the obese midget who had just entered the room. The penetrating smile remained, yet, the feeling of disgust arose in her. Soon he would crawl all over her like a perverse baby. She hated his diminutive hairy hands, which did not seem to age. But the Duchess loved it. She loved to do the things that he wanted. "My last duchess", the midget drooled while undressing her with his small beady eyes. "I will always be your last, my handsome Duke", the Duchess said. A big smile still seperating her recently lipsticked lips. FIN.

1 comment:

  1. Very enticing and figurative entry where I love your visual descriptions such as the rain trying to penetrate the window but also some querky descriptions as the obese drooling midget with beady eyes and the ashtray being "choked by butts" - It's not often you are able to use that phrase! The highlighted "lips" honestly is a bit too much for my taste and ruins the style a bit but that's just individual taste ;). Otherwise your use of words and imagery is great!

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