somnolent i stood still
as if a tempest hold in time,
before the thunder hits the sky
by the hands of longing zeus.
was it a dream or a vision?- feverish enough to be both. how lovely!
the linen is blood-stained,
it could have been the dahlia!- but doesn't the dahlia bleed milk?
she does, the milkiest, made from pearls!
- you hold no dahlia, and you stand in no garden. are you alright, missy?
oh...no garden? i feel intoxicated, light....where am i? am i dreaming?
- ...are you?
[the nightgown is dripping red]
it could have been the wine, spilled from a glass...
- but do you drink?
not at all, but i do wish to drink!
- that grape-filled wine? it is bittersweet.
too much sweet spoils the fun, bittersweetness as a gentle reminder of pleasure and sin!
- i wouldn't know, i exist to eat...
oh, the dress is now scarlet-colored
- so as the thick puddle, at your bare feet.
is it blood? it is!
- certainly, don't you feel weak?
i do, what is this malady?
- does the Night seem suspiciously beautiful today?
indeed, and so every other Night, shrouded in mystery.
- then you see
i do?
- your heart, it is bleeding
it is?- you bit a piece of it
i did? i did!
then you see - said the fly, devouring.
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