ReD hART, BlacK STuff & PlasTic Wrap

ReD hART, BlacK STuff & PlasTic Wrap

Some photo-shop layer. I just really like this image at the moment.
Unfinished work in process. Really just a layer from another image that i want to clean up and take further. Only just started playing with photo-shop so any comments, help and advice would be welcome.

SaRaH x

This image is to accompany My short story,
Love & the darkness.

LoVe & The DarKneSS

Maybe it was always dark ? She wasn’t sure? It had been so long ago.

The silver light had died so low that she could barley remember what it even looked like? Couldn’t remember it even ever being warm!? There where glimmers as it faded. Sometimes even bright bursts!
And so she had hope. She had faith that she would feel something again. She had so much faith!
She tended to the flame, but she was growing weaker. She was always trying to keep the flame burning but the cold darkness was never going to let it burn as bright as it could. She always knew she was going to be drained and did not have enough energy to keep the flame burning in such a world.

Did he think her flame was big enough to burn up his darkness? That her hart was strong enough to bare his coldness? Her skin thick enough!?
Yes, the darkness chose LoVe because she shone pure & true in his dark lonely world. But he kept her in the end because he came to know she was soft, delicate & fragile so he didn’t have to be afraid of her outshining his power. He would always have the power. She could never hurt him as much as he could hurt her …............... Never! Because she was LoVe and he was the cold darkness, brittle and callous, with a greedy pornographic appetite that slowly ate away at LoVe. He would feast on whores every morning while LoVe lay wasted and dying.

She remembered how he had seemed to really care about the flame on occasion, like he may really have been trying to help her shine and not just concerned with helping himself to her radiant body so that he could feel more powerful in his pornographic world?

She just hadn’t realized this at the time because he was so powerful and she had already been drained by another darkness. He so sure of himself in his punk world that she could not possibly believe that he had had to use and abuse others to gain satisfaction, to gain anything that made him feel good about himself. To gain what he thought was a good life? She really thought he might love her? That he liked her for more than what her body could offer.

He started to make beautiful things when he was with her, rather than the dark things he had spent so much time making when he was alone and it seemed he wanted to grow in a positive way, rather than recycle the past, recycle the hate, recycle the resentment and ignorance of the father who held women in contempt.

Maybe the memories she thought had been so precious and real were not real at all?
But she must have seen something? Something more than lust? Something more than his punk power? She must have? Because otherwise she would have never have gone with him across the desert to live with his family. To meet the farther. To give him her everything. To shine for him, trusting that he would shine for her when she was drained & down. He did not. She had no strength left, because she had given it all to him and she couldn’t shine any more ….............................................

The Pornographic darkness prevailed for many years.
Dragging LoVe down into the cold DiRt, he sucked her dry, stole her energy and had eaten up all of her beauty for himself ! He spat hate into her face day after day, night after night.
Her hart on her sleeve, she had foolishly trusted would be safe. It wasn’t.
The object lay quivering like the dying, tortured, wrecked body of a little mouse that a cat had left to die, finished entertaining itself with the small object. Like the cat, the pornographic darkness had not really ever wanted to kill love, he had just wanted to play and entertain himself. To feel satisfied and powerful.
If LoVe had understood, that to the darkness her hart was nothing more than a shinny, sexy new toy to use and abuse, then when he had had his fun discard like a cheap, useless, dirty worn out piece of sex stained plastic, she would have never have given him her full, true hart ….................
Now she was left behind in his cold nothingness, she was broken, confused and alone. She thought she was dead !?
LoVe & Beauty had disappeared into the cold darkness, where nothing could be seen, felt or heard.
The pornographic nightmare was all consuming ….................
Bleeding his black, lost, hurt and humiliated, she could hardly breathe, she felt sick, like her body had been poisoned. It seemed hopeless to try and stand up, let alone take any steps. Where would she go? She was so weak and tired, the thought of having to get up and move forward with out being slammed right back down again by the over bearing, seemingly all powerful darkness exhausted her. The realization of how thin and delicate her only skin was frightened her. How could she protect herself ? How could she stand up and walk when she was so damaged, so very fragile? She had not had enough time to recover her precious hart. The darkness was still there. He had returned and was as vicious and nasty as ever …..................... It seemed now, that he really was hell bent on destroying her completely !!!! This time he wanted to really kill her !!!! He wanted to kill LoVe !!!!

she pulled herself up out of the thick black heavy tar that was his hart. Thick sticky black substance rolled off her damaged translucent porcelain skin.
LoVe stood up and started to shine …........

SaRaHKnOwDoG, 2008

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