#13 - Consequences
Her suit is like moonlight; it folds around her skin perfectly, displaying every inch of her taught body as she bends backwards on the podium. The material is silky, it reflects the lighting above the stage as if this silvery liquid were emanating from within her very being. Her hair is the colour of dusk, a dark and rolling mass that in daylight would be autumn. Persephone watches from beneath as if from through tinted glass. She does not believe that this woman is the one whom she has ever known. There is knowing, she believes now, and then there is knowing. Emmeline looks like a doll, a puppet, only there are no strings - there is only this silver glistening light that comes from the rhinestones on her suit, and the line on which the acrobat is balanced.
As Emmeline begins to dance - if you could call it dancing - in a mythic and mysterious twisting of her entire body, Persephone finds that she can no longer watch. The thought of what is to come leaves the young girl stupefied, able to only imagine the colour of the suit against blood below the podium. Persephone can image the strange, musky scent of Emmeline’s perfume, see vividly behind her eyelids the rose colour of Emmeline’s lips before the lipstick; she cannot bring herself to watch the show.
It is because, she vows, it is because of what will happen. She knows.
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