That Witch Is Known
by spheeris1
Pairing: none (at least…I don't think so…)
Warnings/notes: Anthy POV, surreal thoughts on love, loss and knowing it all
[prose-ish]
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Blame sickness and 'Sugar Water' by Cibo Matto for the horrible title…..playing with words while on medication is fun…..
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I laugh at all of you, don't you know?
Little ruptures of giggles break the surface ground, rising up like lava….burning onlookers with my
Scorching hot humor.
The scared run away, escaping the gray cloud and the swarming ash.
The brave try to live while burning…..
Joan of Arc, do my kisses hurt?
You thought it was God talking to you, whispering sweet nothings into your ears.
But it was me.
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What was once dirt and grass is now cement and pavement.
With people being so like how people can be, you'd think a young girl like me…
Walking barefoot on a hot , hot July day through busy traffic….
Would warrant attention. Is she insane? Did that hospital for the loonies lose a member?
But no….none of that.
All I get are strange pausing gazes, eyes glazing over with some sort of deluded nostalgia at
The very sight of me.
Helen of Troy, were you jealous?
You thought your face was the cornerstone but it was this little witch everyone saw.
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Furs. Satin. Silk. Leather.
I drink coffee in Paris while the Nazis ruin and rampage the streets.
And I've seen my face on posters, a wanted woman with money on my head.
Men want to catch me, own me, defile me.
And those ladies of the street, they know the score…..they know
That I have a price tag on my wrist.
No man can afford me, no man can pay this sum.
And those ladies of the manor, they blush and avert their eyes……they know
I am royalty compared to them.
Dear CoCo, you thought I was your friend….
But I was just pulling petals off of my many flowers and making sweet poison.
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Cassanova was a dream. Don Juan was a lie.
I'll be Greta Garbo…..
'I want to be alone.'
I'll be the knife in Norman's hand, I'll be the wind going up Marilyn's skirt.
The theater empties out into the night, leaving behind silly fantasies of silly minds.
But I stay back, staring at the blank canvas….ready to create another set
Of images for the dreamers….
Hey Steven, look at the moon! Bet you didn't know about
Little green men….bet you didn't know about a lot of things….
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Two boys leave.
Rain falls.
A girl sleeps and a girl weeps.
How sad you seem, alone and defenseless and battle-scarred. How like fruit on the vine, ripe
And ready for my fingers to pluck….
It won't be painful anymore.
The sky will be blue. The world will be kind. The future is bright.
Utena-sama, did you see the Prince?
Was he gentle? Was he calm? Did he make you believe in love again?
But we all know who you really saw.
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