The Looking Glass Chronicles OR [Why I Stopped Using and Started Lovin' The Razor]

Prologue:

In part the first, we shall examine -
The how and why she got there.
To make it quick, we shall relate
in the form of light-speed nightmare.

Then in chapter two, it shall be told
of what was then began there.
The things she saw, of what she learned
and how it forever scarred her.

Then come the intermission,
you shall see a tiny glimpse
of what it is like when she stops dreaming
and looks out into the world.

In the third episode, we reach the climax
And that's where the show begins.

Then in the final act, yes, the curtain call,
Well... That you shall see then.

So come along and join me now,
and turn these brown and dirty pages,
the show begins, the drapery rises
upon a dusty and cracked mirror.

I.
The looking glass shatters.

A girl lies on the stage, contorted.
Her eyes twitch, her face is twisted.
A syringe drops from her fingers,
it falls away
              further
                        further
                                  further
                                 D           R          O             P
                                                  Drop.
And falls down the hole.
The girl's eyes snap open at th sound.
She drags herself, stumbles, and falls down.
She grabs as she falls, to get the syringe
but her fingers are numb.
She cannot grasp.

Then flashes of light and thunderous roars!
Orgasmic chills and screams of joy!
Her dream begins, the stage disappears.

She hits the bottom of the pit,
has long forgotten the syringe.
She rests joyfully within a grave trench.
Fresh bodies have been added,
and she who lives takes erotic pleasure in their lack.
She bathes in their flesh and blood,
washing herself of all pleasantries.

A soft whining interrupts her soak,
her eyes dart around the pit.
A young lady lies covered in blood,
her own and that of others.
The girl with which we began crawl over
and talks to the other one
She says,
               "What beautiful clothes,"
as she touches the silky fabric of the dress,
and as she tries to slip it off,
               "Are you as lovely underneath?"
The young lady protests!
Her face flushes red.
The first puts a finger to the other's lips and speaks-
               "No need to be embarassed."
nodding to the pile of corpses.
              "It's not like they can see you."
She takes the clothes, gently stroking the fabric still,
then tangles her fingers in the other's hair.
She speaks again -
             "What is your name my beautiful?"
The girl chokes out the single word.
             "Alice..."
Alas, what's in a name?
Is it a heart, a soul?
Nay.
The former kisses the stained red lips of the other,
O, so soft and sweet -
           "Now I am Alice..."
She pulls slowly and seductively away.
           "And you are naught."
The newly dubbed Alice dons the garments of the Alice-that-was,
The one that was can't help but stare at the beauty of the second.
The lifeless can never help but stare.

Alice looks around the pit of filth,
A movement catches her eye,
Then she saw a white rabbit sitting there,
carrying her syringe.
At contact of sight, the creature darted and Alice sighed,
           "You'll be late Mr. Rabbit. You mustn't be late."
She cackled with delight and took chase,
walking through the door leading from the hole.

Blackout. The first part ends.

II.

Alice walks up the stairs into the sunlit forest
No, not a forest, a garden
Roses are a red as can be,
but wait!
They drip red to reveal a gentle white underneath.
Who would paint such pristine flowers red?
Paint, such fake stuff, with no real substance of its own
The painter would be near-by,
or else the lacquer would have dried.
She looks around the bend of the bush
and her eyes widen at what she sees.
An army of workers with brushes in hand
were painting the roses red,
but not with any latex mix
but the blood of a hundred thousand men.
They drag the broken bodies around,
dipping their implements into their wounds,
they had to keep painting eternally
for if they stopped, the reds would turn to browns.

Alice runs down an empty path to avoid a gruesome fate,
when she comes across the servants' court,
where the slaves of some lady wait.
The lady is quite far away,
So Alice asks the nearest man-
             "Who is the lady for which you wait?"
He replies in tones of ire, and with a tounge of hate -
             "They call the bitch the queen of hearts,
               but you wouldn't catch me dead in the bed of that tart.
               She sleeps with twenty men a night, and when they fail to please
               She lets out a roar and tells her men to seize
               these infiltrators of her bed
               She cries 'Off with their bloody heads!"
He coughs slightly,
              "If ye catch me drift."
Everyone stops!
The queen doth approach!
She spies Alice hiding behind the men,
She smiles with delight
             "Well, what have we here?
               Come closer, dear!
               You look good enough to eat."
Alice approaches cautiously,
what could any lady want with her?
             "I really do not wish to intrude,
              I followed a rabbit and got much too lost..."
Thoughts of her precious needle float through her head,
the ecstasy she needs so bad.
The bastard rabbit will pay with his life,
she will have her darling back.
            "A rabbit you say?"
The queen said with mock surprise,
            "Well, let us see what we can do for you.
             He cannot have gone too far."
Blind trust is a dangerous thing you see,
but Alice cares nothing of danger,
she lives for the rush, the touch and the love,
the fuck and the drug and the drink.
           "Thank you, my lady."
She follows the queen to a room draped in velvet red,
where suddenly she is thrust to the bed.
           "Oh, yes... I will help
             but first you will pay
             even a queen has her price."
Fabric tears from sillouhettes, seen beyond the curtains
first with passion from Alice by the queen,
then in ecstacy comes vice versa.
Flesh tangles and turns and they claw and they scratch
They attack eachother's flesh.
They bit hard and love harder,
they find passion they'd never dreamed.
The queen holds fast!
She'll have the last laugh!
         "Your ass is mine, my darling slut."
But with a sudden, passionate kiss
she surrenders her will
and Alice takes the top.
She pulls away and whispers soft,
         "Who is whose, my dearest bitch?"
The night fell hard, they lay in each others' arms.
They whispered of lust and sex.
But Alice did not forget
that damned rabbit,
who had taken her love and her joy.
As morning approached the queen gave everything up,
telling all that she knew of the furry demon-spawn.
         "He works for a beast,
           a creature far worse
           than anything your nightmares could possibly conjure up."
Alice now knows of what she must do,
if she ever wants to see her precious again.
The queen says -
         "Love, I will wait, we must do this again
          you're far better than any dull man."
Then Alice marches off...
To fight the Jabberwock.

The curtain falls for intermission.

Intermission: The stage is bare but the audience sees every fucking thing. They're entrapped and in love with every moment. Out back, in the alley, the girl lies. Breathing oh so fucking hard. Her use on stage has long since ended, but they won't kill her. Her dream isn't over, and she might be of use in other performances. Maybe an extra or a back-up dancer. The two stage-hands use her and abandon her to the dreams and nightmares that will come.

III.

In the early dawn before she had left
Alice had said,
         "If I can tame you
          and turn a queen to a pet,
          what can a beast do to me?
          No bastard rabbit
          No raging dragon
          Could ever hope to be my better."
The queen heard the words and fell to love on Alice once again
but Alice simply stroked her hair and kissed her breast
and left with sword in hand.

Now Alice enters the forest in the dress that she wore,
before the queen had taken it off.
Torn in all the right places to give men a show
but still clinging tightly to her form.
The sword is strapped around her waist,
her hair is frayed still from being pulled and stroked.

A fitting way to enter battle, to kill and maim the Jabberwock.
She smiles with malice and goes to the cave where the monster would appear.
She hates and waits and grips her sword
and so the hours pass.

Night falls again upon the dreamworld.

From out of the cave the rabbit runs, syringe in mouth
Alice cries -
         "My dear, my love!"
But before she can give chase
the villain arrives, the showdown begins.

The beast is without mercy as he assaults the poor little girl
He laughs and he beats upon Alice's body
Her sword does her no good.
She starts to submit...

But NO!
She will not just lay down!
She will fight to the end with what tools she has!

She sits in the dust, waits for the right moment
The beast approaches, lowers its head to her breast.
It intends to eat her heart and lungs first.
But she gently places her arms around its neck.
She kisses softly the top of its head.
           "There's no need to harm me,
             I don't come for you.
             But the rabbit is mine,
             You don't mind do you?"
The monster purrs and nuzzles her chest.
She smiles as her new pet draws away from her breast.
The rabbit is cornered.
It is almost time.
It dashes away to the end of the line.

            "You'll be mine yet, my precious one."
Then she said to the beast,
            "Jabberwock! Come."

The monster followed her, and she followed the rabbit
There was nowhere to run.
The time was now.

Blackout. Scene III gives way.

The Final Act begins.

IV:
Alice approaches the rabbit with care.
The Jabberwock glares at the creature who had once been his servant
but now challenged his mistress.

Alice launches at the rabbit with the now blunt sword,
she rips through the hide and breaks through the bones.
The rabbit is dead, the syringe is hers again.

She lifts her head and says -
          "Jabberwock, dear, bring me to the queen."
The devil picks her up and carries her back
to the velvet-draped room from which she had came.

The queen had waited eagerly, and is joyed at Alice's approach
She runs to her lover and embraces her with fervor.
They kiss and they touch and then glance back at the beast.
They smile and strip and lay down with the creature,
stroking his fur and kissing his neck.
After a long night and day of pleasure have passed
with the creature and queen asleep,
no energy left.
Alice goes to a table and finds her syringe
undamaged, it seems, she sighs with relief.
She carries it back and lays back down against the beast.
She rips open her bodice, exposing her breasts.
The animal and the queen both awake at her scent.
Alice says,
         "Dears, this I must do
          if I wish to stay here with you.
          Else in moments I must return to the stage.
          I cannot bear to go back
          to the hell I go through.
          So here I shall seal myself away."
She plunges the syringe into her beautiful breast.

Flash.

The girl stabbed the needle into her veins. "Fuck you, bastards. I am my own."

Flash

She sighs gently and kisses the queen and strokes the beast.

Flash

The girl writhed in pain. She'd never been through this before. But she knew if she could just bear it, she would be happy forever.

Flash

Ecstasy pours through Alice's body.
Such she has never felt before,
she shares all of it with the beast and the queen
kissing and stroking and biting and eating
they all reach their limits.
They found ultimate lust in a threesome that nature forbade.

Flash

The girl felt at last an ecstatic pain. Her last moments hurt more than anything. But it was worth it to return to that world and stay. To never again pass back through the looking glass.

The pieces of the mirror are swept off the stage.

The curtain falls forever.