THE DUAL SERIES | poetic cinema

Take a seat on a blue comfy chair in the left middle row, eyes focused on the feminine figure in the spotlight. She's speaking.
Her tale is of a girl.  
The scene changes, a simply quiet holo faced girl- unattractive with a cute attacking pose on the canoe, Legs crossed, a bait and fishing line in hand. In the water! the pond! with precious little fingerlings swimming innocently. Here, you are the fish and she's the (devil) sitting on a canoe and baiting you to come, come have a sit in the canoe. Sways her net left, watching and trailing you keenly with her eyes, you are the prize she came for. Her necklace bears a small golden inanimate fish. The sun crashes its reflection upon the swaying necklace on her thin neck. You and I know she isn't going to leave if you do not tell her to but you are silent. You swim down to the bottom of the shallow bond "you are not too deep to persist in your resistance" her voice whispers in your ears. You believe and swim upwards to her Canoe trying to tell her to get away. Your lips they are numb, you desire the bait on the fishing line.

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The next moment, you play dead but her shadows hovers up your face. You jerk out of fear. The bait smells fresher, spiced, nearer, the fishing line comes nearer "take a bite" "just a bite". Remember, she lies from her lips, but you are too afraid to speak the truth you know. "Tell her go away" She would go. Say it, faintly "go away" 

Feb. 9
Dual: "flesh against its master" 
~Jesunifemi

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