Saturday, March 12, 2011

Rabbit Food

(Written on a smartphone.)

Natalie was starving, and you'd never know from watching her feast. She lived, she lived, she dated, and she danced. She knew success and friendship. She lived with challenges and met far more goals than she missed.

Then she drank in private. She turned a love of tender ropes and gentle chains into a true fantasy - unreal but remarkable in execution. She was a prize and a pawn, and it was all as pretty as glass and just as filling in her belly. She worked until she played. She played, but it never worked.

Why? Her diet was light and empty, planned and organized. She'd found the life solution, and it wasn't living. Everything felt right, but nothing felt raw. She was processed. All preservatives.

Looking into her was like seeing half a science room mannequin. From a privileged angle, you could see right through her insides. She was dying the slow death. It was a nightmare she wouldn't remember until it was too late to wake up.

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