K i r a


If there was one thing I could wish for, it is that the candles lining the dark corridors did not look so menacing at night. It is only in the dark of night that I have any time to myself.

My mornings are filled with endless hours of placating smiles and false promises. Its in the early hours I awake, given enough time to cleanse myself and with others to dress. Constricting corsets made of whalebone, cages of silk and satin draped to look their best.

Only the best.

Nothing must be amiss. Makeup caked to perfection, nails trimmed and perfect, red tinted lips, oppressive wigs in high fashion. Nobility is so frivolous these days but when have they ever had to be practical. Dark coal and stray strands to accent. I am the P e r f e c t L i t t l e...

Whore.

I sit at your feet and smile at you. Flirting tirelessly to gain your approval, hoping today will be the day you tell me I can go free. My feet are sore from standing in the gardens in those tiny, tiny shoes you love so much. Entertaining the guests in anyway you see fit, making sure that they get a glimpse of sun-kissed skin for their pleasure. Its obvious I need their approval, I need them to tell you I’ve done a good job. To praise me in some way so that my life is easier. So you’ll be kind to me in the evening hours.

Does the display please you? Are you satisfied with the results? We have more friends, we’re well connected, well loved. No one complains as long as I do as they say. I know you said you didn’t want me to do these things,(because they are only for you) but they were so polite and so damned convincing. If you are displeased then tell them I am only for you. That you do not want them to damage what is yours. And of course if they do not listen it is only my fault because I am to entice them into believing they can desire me.

I snuff the candle by the door.

It opens to another nameless, faceless man. He smiles at me so that I’ll smile back coyly to show him what he needs to see, what he wants to see. This one, he is gentle, unsure but he is a budding evil. It always starts here. Blindness finds me in a mess of sheets and tangled bodies. I do not know this man. I do not love him or cherish him and he will not have me for long.

Every dark corridor...

The hour is late as I step over cold stone to the balcony. The air cool, comforting on my skin.

Every dark room...

I am bare against the moonlight of a dark room. The curtains dance their wind song and call me to join them on the balcony. I will go to them this night and dance among them for a short time. In the only time allowed to me. I will be free.

I will be free.

The moon sits high above in the heavens. Its so bright I can not help but to stare into its sightless face. Let the light wash over me, through me. My body turns, eyes mirrors of the light reflected down upon me. My paws sink into the ground beneath me.

I must be free.