Chop Shop Model Agency
My hands are shaking.
My makeup is perfect.
My heart is pounding.
My dress is perfect.
My eye are watering.
My shoes are perfect.
My legs wont move.
My accessories are perfect.
My body is hot.
My hair is perfect.
He glides into the room eying me. Im standing in heels that hurt that Ive never bought... He whipsers
I love playing my instruments with women as lovely as you around. My mouth is blocked I cant speak.
I man I never met before...Bring out nervous and high tensions in me... -music plays- Do you here my music
he says. A steel needle traces on my neck. -slowly losing consciousness- You will become my finest work.
-fades to black-
Wake up
wake up...
Miss wake up..
You are now a marvel.. of art.
awakening I find myself on a run way people with masks and music.
Walk.
I follow his command and walk furiously down the run way people applaud me, they love my walk I feel beautiful.
I make a pose I turn around walk back down the run way and see the mirror of my new beastly disfigurement.
My leg was replace with a leg of a gazelle I had a large black eagles wing on my back my arm was replaced with a bobcats arm.
I had the tail of a lizard The right side of my scalp had has snakes in it and my face on the left had fish scales on it.....
-SCREAM-
The crowd rises and applaud me. And my maker come out....
The room is silent...
Him:Your a marvel and beauty also now your family....
The caped masked people removed their masks and were disfigured in animal parts like chopped meat....
Him: Nobody is perfect...-grins-...But your perfect to me. Your the best creation I've ever had eyes on. Your name now is
MEDUSA...
Copyright © Dayneissa Byrd | Year Posted 2013
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