My Beautiful Marionette
Warnings: blood, mild gore
"My beautiful marionette..."
A smile. Cold, emotionless, yet warm and beautiful like a siren's song.
"Dance for me."
A whisper. Warm as it settles on the skin, yet cruel in a melodic dance.
A spin. Faint trails of fleeting touches lingering in its path.
The finale. Red spraying to decorate the milky white surface, and the soft silk cloth covering the body.
And the bow. Smooth and graceful, empty and unfeeling, while addressing the the corpse before it, unflinching as the head rolled, tracking the blood across the stage.
The spotlight dims to nothing as the curtain closes. The empty seats remain unresponsive to the act they've witnessed merely a moment ago.