Pandoras Dollhouse

Banished. Standing in the mist a of a forest, eyes set on the silent moon. Jade green eyes, frosted over along with the earth. Frozen in place, porcelain white hands clenching a glass jar wrapped in velvet cloth. The wind whispering chants in my ear, summoning the power to bring life back into a banished soul.

Immortal with veins of ice, wrapped in vines. Decaying in purgatory. Lost in between, calling to the darkness, binding with night. Blood & water carried through the forests root, making the cold immortal, a powerful mortal. With a scream to the sky, the blood running through frost bitten veins begins to melt the ice. Shattering like glass, a lion no longer caged.

Draped in a red satin dress, with auburn hair, flowing in the wind with every step. Surrounded by darkness, the glass jar rattling in shaky hands. Nails carving designs in the trees, cutting through bulletproof flesh to outline the symbols in blood.

Jade eyes slam shut & everything goes black. Suddenly falling to a linoleum black & white checkered floor, glass jar shattering against the surface. Blackout again surrounded by ghosts screams, now at the foot of a throne, possessed demon in the hands of Pandora & at the top of a guest list for Pandoras Dollhouse.