Hmm, there they go again. Gawking at me like a braying moron gawking at this year’s prize hog. I’ve always been on this mantle, gathering dust, staring blankly into the souls of the peanut gallery. Can’t even remember when I was human, boy it was good though. All that eating, sleeping, dreaming, listening, experiencing, and living!
And now I sit here. Doomed to an eternity of being a fucking painting!
It always boggles my mind to think that I, Duchess of Hell, ruler of desire in man’s heart and for some goddamn reason a bunch of wannabe witches and warlocks actually open a portal to my realm from which they snatch me, unguarded and surprised I might add, and confine me to this cruel and unusual punishment of being a fucking trophy to be put on display for their amusement and sense of fulfillment.
But enough venting, I know that when the day comes and my chains will be broken, the cage will rust and their guard will be down. I shall destroy all of time and space for them. I will pluck from their reality and drop them in what we in Hell call the “sampler”, where they shall experience up to and including 10,000 years of torture and all of the other fun stuff we have to offer.
Someday, someday I will be free..
Seems to be only tangentially related to the Duchess of Browning's poem - and if it is her, I guess the Duke is off the hook, innocent..?
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ReplyDeleteI like it. Very creative and humorous at the same time. :)
ReplyDeleteEspecially the unconventional swearing :)
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