The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
I Once Wore Red
by Alina Măciucă
“I once wore red,” she sang. “Embroidered with gold thread, red silk fondled my skin. I danced the nights away and tiptoed through the break of day.”
Twigs cracked under her feet as she twirled through the dead leaves–swishing, whooshing, crackling an anthem of decay known only to the ears of gods.
“I once wore love as a headdress, I braided my hair with mirth.”
She stopped and put up her umbrella, fringes swaying despite the silence of the four winds.
“I once wore the Sun on my lips, but then I peeked into the abyss of man. Just one glimpse.” Her voice now more of a hum, she closed her eyes.
“I now wear winter. Frostbites paint intricate flowers on my arms. I could have never envisioned such beauty in death.”
Her index finger pierced my chest, yet her hands clutched the umbrella.
“I now wear despair, and through my hair decrepitude flows in rivers, black.”
Her hand gripped my heart, yet she stood frozen.
“I now wear the blood shed by men slaughtered by their fellow men on my lips. No more, no more,” she said and blew the void into my wound.
More about Alina Măciucă:
Alina Măciucă enjoys reading, writing, buying odd trinkets, and taking photos of beautifully decaying buildings. She has formally studied religion and hermeneutics at the University of Bucharest, and really has a thing for the Greco-Roman mysteries and Gnosticism, as well as for Renaissance magic. She lives in Bucharest with her very supportive boyfriend, their two cats, and an ever-expanding vinyl and book collection.