The woman stripped her body of the glittering white tunic. Blue black articles of clothing shed to the ground. She raised her glistening thigh against the firm trunk and sheared her long black hair cast them into the fire. The flames danced around her belly an undulating drum a powerful force a heave. She thurst her large arm into the air and red yellow orange light flickered across the flecks of her skin. She screamed. Against the image against the system for her body for her daughters. She scissored the remains of her hair and thrust a stick into the silver screen. Crimson red trickled down her chin.
She ran across the wooded steps across the white black tiles. She loosens her grip on the knife with no blade the knife with no handle and let go of the toilet let go of the image. She raised her thick fist and pumped her broad hips against the manicured fixtures, statuettes. She wildly thrashed against their resistance and gushed out onto the floor not before she stabbed one drawing magenta red over the black white tiles.
The woman undresses before a silver pond a black swan. She whittles the edge of a spear a young girl rubs lotion over her round belly. The woman pushes forward with hands on her hips and whispers a story about Maxine to the young girl the young girl across the pond. Maxine she says ate a fish stuffed with poison and lost her mind. Her pretty face shrunk as did her body to the size of a needle and she perished. It was then that everybody called her beautiful.
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