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The Lake
The First Decision
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She took a breath and slipped into the mirror. Somedays, the flow is like honey, and everything she feels is sweet and rich and thick, and she can stay in the mirror for such time that she forgets what the time is. Somedays, the flow is like boiling water and everything she feels is hot and everything flows so quickly that it hurts. And all she wants to do is get out. Today, the flow pulled the blood out of her body, and she watched the droplets spray messages across her palms.
Kiss me and die.
Kiss me and live.
You cannot do both.
She closed her palms and she closed her eyes, and she squeezed everything, including the time.
She stepped out into the woods, exactly where she began.
The way was shut. She could not open it at all.
The King had shut the way tight.
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She looked down at her palms. In the light drifting between the clouds and the trees, she saw the rest of his message.
Decide.
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She’s not sure what to make of this world. The ground doesn’t look happy, and the trees have gathered.
Like a great army that has found the war.
The water isn’t happy, and the clock has crept on.
Like a great army defeated in war.
She was kept here because she didn’t remember.
And now she cannot forget.
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She thought she had stopped to just change a tire.
She didn’t know that she would be changed.
She swung open a gate and stepped onto a road
because she was just that kind of girl.
You know, the kind who doesn’t think deeply before doing a thing.
The kind who regrets lots of things she has done.
So, this time, she thought.
Dig in the dirt, in the dirt dirt dirt.
And she thought.
Dig in the cold hard dirt.
And she remembered her father.
Dig in the dirt, in the dirt dirt dirt
And she remembered her name.
Dig in the cold hard dirt.
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She remembered who she was.
She remembered who he was.
What does it take to turn a great tide?
When there is no joy in the shadows and no sadness in the bones.
No warmth in the sunlight and no happiness in the bones.
When everything is the blur of same color.
And life goes on and on and on and on and on and on.
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What then is a woman to do?
Some women are brave. Some women are fools.
Some women are chained to the bottom of the lake.
And those chains go on and on and on and on and on and on.
But those chains might only be illusions.
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And this time, she could not run away. The way had been shut and she would have to decide.
So she took a deep breath. She let out a great groan.
And she made a decision.
It was time to face the Queen.
Long live the mad, mad Queen.
Kiss me and die.
Kiss me and live.
You cannot do both.
She closed her palms and she closed her eyes, and she squeezed everything, including the time.
She stepped out into the woods, exactly where she began.
The way was shut. She could not open it at all.
The King had shut the way tight.
https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53042592100_7639cfdc0f_c.jpg
She looked down at her palms. In the light drifting between the clouds and the trees, she saw the rest of his message.
Decide.
https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53024233075_92d9bdfe04_c.jpg
She’s not sure what to make of this world. The ground doesn’t look happy, and the trees have gathered.
Like a great army that has found the war.
The water isn’t happy, and the clock has crept on.
Like a great army defeated in war.
She was kept here because she didn’t remember.
And now she cannot forget.
https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53042690288_c166e802eb_c.jpg
She thought she had stopped to just change a tire.
She didn’t know that she would be changed.
She swung open a gate and stepped onto a road
because she was just that kind of girl.
You know, the kind who doesn’t think deeply before doing a thing.
The kind who regrets lots of things she has done.
So, this time, she thought.
Dig in the dirt, in the dirt dirt dirt.
And she thought.
Dig in the cold hard dirt.
And she remembered her father.
Dig in the dirt, in the dirt dirt dirt
And she remembered her name.
Dig in the cold hard dirt.
https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53032334515_aab11bc793_c.jpg
She remembered who she was.
She remembered who he was.
What does it take to turn a great tide?
When there is no joy in the shadows and no sadness in the bones.
No warmth in the sunlight and no happiness in the bones.
When everything is the blur of same color.
And life goes on and on and on and on and on and on.
https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53062005145_fe0e9cb22b_c.jpg
What then is a woman to do?
Some women are brave. Some women are fools.
Some women are chained to the bottom of the lake.
And those chains go on and on and on and on and on and on.
But those chains might only be illusions.
https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/53032115549_419d348d5c_c.jpg
And this time, she could not run away. The way had been shut and she would have to decide.
So she took a deep breath. She let out a great groan.
And she made a decision.
It was time to face the Queen.
Long live the mad, mad Queen.
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