Wellplayed move (PArt 1)

 

 

I watch you when you smile

I watch you when you cry

Its okay dear I'm here.

Were the words she ached to hear from someone

lying in bed writhing in agony form all the heartache

She wished to be loved for once

No she dint wish for sex

She was a christian you sick people.

She wished to fly. NOT metaphorically , literally.

 

As she lay there , eyes closed exhausted from all the crying

Sitting up coughing a little , she moved over to her balcony

The Heroin she injected earlier that evening, was probably working late

Staring out into the universe below her feet, she pondered the dependencies

Of living in a confusing materialistic world,

where people claimed to not know

The purpose of their racial and organic origins

Yet they performed heinous acts of wars and pollution

Excusing their foolish acts of harm and raised toasts

To "find inner peace" and to "better democracies" ahead,

Yuck , she was disgusted with this world's

Tomfoolery and suspended superficial-ness,

Where priests claimed to purify your soul under the name of a powerful unseen

And yet they died to become the same microbes they were born with.

How is it that such mortals claimed the higher levels of existence

when they were most likely blinded by a most probable lie

Our religion's resilience will outlive all others they say,

Such Microbes never learnt their lessons well in primary school.

Universes and galaxies outside their narrow buildup lies called life and religion

Existed comparatively as anything we describe : large- no huge-

no majestic, even doesn't even begin to cut their significance.

Till this day and from before the time of big-bang,

Un-explainable to their silly science.

She smirks at the imagery of "humans" as Alien's lab-rats a complete failure in their experiment -00ALIFE

Somehow herself wasn't included in that experiment.

 

Liberating and humbling is what she felt with this knowledge,

Yet ,why so Powerless that her knees gave away ?

And why did she feel emptier than a frill cage made of hay

down in her usual rave she was supposed to be with like minded people.

Scratch that , with souls that recognized her bursting energy

As One with which their own resonated .

Alas .All the energy theories and electromagnetic fields couldn't explain

this gaping soul-less hole in her guts tonight.

or all the nights that were to come hopefully without the fright

She felt every-time the Sun went down behind the horizons

and her darkness welled up around her with jaws so wide

It made her self imposed strength fade away into nothing.

 

A gush of cold wind blew in and softly caressed her cheeks

waving past her lustrous now short knit hair

Landing hard on her dresser where she kept her little kit of makeup

and that little trinket she pawned all those months earlier

Fell thomp! on the steely unfeeling floor , making her jump.

 

You silly thing, I almost forgot you were here.

She said picking up her invertedcross and

holding it to her chest as if to soothe herself the pain

In the weeks she had brought the anti-christ emblem

Julie developed a sort of an unexplainable connection with it

She began to feel and see strange things around her.

At first she dismissed them as nothing but peculiar coincidences

But then again, No ten ton bucket truck just overturned and stopped

skidding right half an inch from your feet ,where your precious locket lied.

She was left baffled and so was her small group of good friends.

But she got over it more quickly than the time next time

She'd end up being... being a bloody mess !

With a butchers knife logged deep in her chest

If she hadn't been busy trying to unfree her pant pocket

from that stupid potruding metalhook of the bar-table

and would've landed herself in the middle of an ugly brawl between drunk fucks

This indecent made her belief in the supernatural ignite though not quite revived

The tables turned though ,

When Her best friend returned with her lost locket

just in time to find her holding a knife to her already bloody wrists.

 

She smiled at the bitter-sweet

Extremely miraculous experiences of the past months

and wiped away the building tears,

Believing them to be the signs of her weak former self.

She sank down , her bare back rubbing against the walls

and wept silently fully .

Earlier she slept like a good girl without a thought to worry her

A year later she saw that girl no-more.

A woman now,

though pure in the biblical sense she wasn't clean no-more in her head.

The cold wind blew in again , making her shiver in her silky lingerie.

Crossing her arms over to hug skin,

An unspoken wish to be her former naive -unburdened self

When she wandered into the realm of her dreams she knew not...

 

A subtle grip of her shoulders and a velvety soothing voice in her ears

"I watch you when you smile

I watch you when you cry

Its okay dear I'm here."

Julie wakes up to find herself in her old-bedroom,

Dressed in her cotton nightgown and a handsome face right across her own

Pretending to be asleep ,

Putting a hand on his smooth chest she allows her manicured nails do the talking ,

"Who are you?"