Cartridge Cramp

Victoria is my flint for striking matches; she is the motivation for a trance yet to ellipse. I adore her guidance unknown to me; a small hand is destined of wishes to become a dragon's palm elongating prism triangles. She introduces me as her own without words or description; people watch a likeness and unlikeness equally distributed amongst inner space. We speak of that which we do not individually divulge; our secretiveness is a painful silence unreasonable for ears other than two pair alike. I explain to her the sickness quickly spreading but I cannot explain the intention. Attempting logic for defense is undetermined as we physically bow instinctive of proper nature however lacking respect; we bow for the mechanical.

"It worked."

"We did not know what to expect."

"Who closed the valve?"

"Katarzyna was the last to enter."

"She did not close it completely. Twas you, ours, Amber, and Crystal......?"

"Yes....."

"Then....."

"Snow."

"Hhhhmmmm....."

"I remember they told me a story about rainbows covering their bodies; afterwards they could not recall what happened. Do you think mama knows?"

The mirror is a hectic plea. Victoria rushes to my arms as I carry her away. A group of young women invited to partake a fashion show are not allowed physical reflection within my Crimson child's presence. They are curious; I care not nor does anybody else. She is a wound we share; we are stripped of a crown. I gather her garments to close the wooden pallet of madness, a child's arm tells me such is pretty and not to go, the face is that of a drone. He belongs to a spectator; his innocence is without the color of metaphysical wealth. Ruby sits with a group of converted pews, his concern writhes my body to motion; I am Victoria's Victoria.

"Who was that?"

"I've seen it before."

"You never told me."

"I didn't think it would happen to you."

"I don't want to see it again."

"Can you touch it?"

"Yes."

"Where do you think...."

"When she closed the valve people hid."

"Why?"

"They feared rapture....."

"Where are they?"

"Where it must be finished."

"Cordelia and Ruby converse the same."

"I can feel them in my heart."

"We cannot speak of this unless to warn others."

"We cannot speak of this until our experience."

Sin pleases my arms; he does not need to walk. I scoop him up for the desire of dearness although he is a tad rebellious I am conditional response. His hair thickens sand particles; the color is sugary crystal. I am aware of his glance at Cordelia but she does unto me; we both carry him about.

"He feels like a little bear."

"Which kind?"

"A panda."

Avitas calls him Panda while Rolf tucks our forest climber inside his jacket; platinum tuft spurts length and longevity pokes bristles of whiskers tickling the wolf's chestnut. He calls his sister Crow which beckons her intentional attention into interdimensional woe; she is aware of another existence. Grandma and grandpa are meeting with Caviar; they return defeated.

"They call her Nah-fore-ah."

"I heard it before."

"Rolf...."

"Papa...."

"What does that mean?"

"They extracted a portion of her genitalia for reproduction of a computerized device."

"She told you that Sin?"

"Yeah."

"She was that frank.....?"

"I cried blood."

"She has a child."

"Yes she does."

"I don't understand."

"Neither do I."

"Nah-fore-ah.....I hate to be culturally demeaning for any region but that bloody hell sounds....."

"Arabic."

"Cindy......"

"Brad."

"We must go there without the kids."

Goats are an inclination of weather whichever location finds their hooves; wisdom and dependability are characteristics deemed Capricorn crimson wounds. I search for him inside my self; I desire him than I am within and without.

"How do you feel about my father?"

"Your father is my Beau."

"What would you do for him?"

"All....."

"What would you do without him?"

"Perish."

"How?"

"The same way they go....."

"They being Tad, Ester, Steph, and Ike?"

"I never thought of it as such.....I certainly don't want to.....shit."

"I don't know how to feel about what they will do."

"Neither do we."

"I don't know what I would do if I was them."

"They used to be our friends."

"I don't think they ever were."

"Maybe we never were either."

"What if I feel the same way you do about papa?"

"I would desire for you to be together."

"Okay."

"Wait!"

"Yes....."

"Only if your existence bids you both alike persona; presence can be unalike."

"If you are without his presence what will become of your persona?"

"We will be one."

"How would you meet again?"

"You always know where he is....."

"What if I don't?"

"I will be lost."

"What if I am not with you?"

"I will be heartbroken."

Kevinya acquires an automatic hand gun from an unknown source. I am handling the piece of aluminum alloy between my forefinger to middle then index; the trigger is misunderstood. Grace of gentility cradles me under silky strands while I steam a vapor of angry tears; alongside his shoulder to collar my profile is sorrowful pink.

"I did it for you."

"A real one....."

"I wanted them to see it."

"Who?"

"It's loaded too."

"What if you had hurt yourself?"

"What if I had?"

"I don't know what I would do without you."

"I don't know what to do without you; that is why it's real."

"Kevinya I need you."

"You need him too."

"Kevinya I adore you."

"I adore you too."

"However....."

"I know."

"I do too."

"My dear....."

"Yes sir?"

"Polygamy this moment is an unscrutinized controversy."

"Therefore we continue....."

"Every other man you wed will receive a purple lamb."

"A sheep!"

"Yes."

"We are not sheep!"

"I am not a shepherd."

"What does it mean?"

"You do this for the witness of man."

"Why any other reason?"

"Such is the symbol."

"Where is my Beau?"

"Drinking holy water....."

"You permit him to do so?"

"I do....."

"What if it makes him impotent?"

"Is that all you care about?"

"No....."

"What if it stimulates him?"

"Oh."

"Do you know where you are my dear?"

"Somewhere my Beau looks handsome and does that thing with his nose. I got to go....."

"Make sure at your lectures to keep him close."

"Make sure at your concerts to do the same."

"For you lad I suggest a balcony."

"Oh yes and for you....."

"I don't know what to do without her....."

"Just make sure she is fully clothed."