A monkey with a paintbrush in a field. Nothing in the near distance but despair.
The monkey paints a face, the face of a woman that was disfigured by a sour lover.
It is dry it is mean. The setting is a desert Where you can barely breath.
This woman is whimpering, her love of her life betrayed her.
Her scar came out of passion. She got a knife one night. Trying to prove in anger that she was more than a face. Trying to prove she was more than meat. More than the un betraying dog.
Very unholy in a moment of tragedy it happened.
Very deep, close to the bone.
You thinking and worrying about nerve damage. Worrying if she can smile again.
Fell to the ground. Splashed and spotted the cold hard mean sand and the heat. Heat you could almost touch. Fucking meaningless sand blessed by despair.
The blood drips on her disfigured face, she is beautiful no matter what.
She relieves herself of this martyr doom by grabbing a scorpion.
Then the heat rots her away
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