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Catherina Trepa
SarahWeaver6
Sep 12, 2017
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Life in the abstract, breath is taken away. Pouring in the drops of tears. Death in purest form. The new world sun. Severance, all the solitude. Life in one's pursuit. From Australian landmarks, to Russian can can dancers, you'll never see a guillotine. Yet for me all I see is the blond girl, once a goose girl.copyright protection3PENANAJ3paBQkg15

The tops of her dress is ripped, exposing her neck.copyright protection3PENANAjTUVEP75yD

In her wooden shoes, gently and trembling she lowers her neck onto the lower stock. There is a drum roll, men with bayonets. The angular blade falls down. Head, with the light locks, severance of neck. Perpetual what ifs motion. Stump. Barely old enough to read the darker and grimmer Goldilocks, as she wore shoes with no socks.copyright protection3PENANAIf3IzNpuwJ

Her clogs are sold on the open market, gambled on by deranged bidding. Then landed a spot in the museum of anonymity, of 19th century artifacts.copyright protection3PENANAQgNgqo6KF8

The last stand of the illiterate.copyright protection3PENANAQZ1KUGA2L8

Yet sometimes in time, there are new opportunities.copyright protection3PENANAFtnJcXxBr4

The new life of Trepas.copyright protection3PENANAlik8zKxGuc

And one longs for Zen,copyright protection3PENANAOlbQ56wG8i

In a kinder, gentler world...copyright protection3PENANAOOLcxX94zB

Je Attraper Un Papillon.copyright protection3PENANA8UUs3udAaI

Butterflycopyright protection3PENANAMZ3XQ93nPc

It's wings spread far,copyright protection3PENANAFE0rRyp1CY

Soars far into the void.copyright protection3PENANACLTxeW2rwd

Serenity beckons the broken.copyright protection3PENANAaicdg3mkqc

The torn.copyright protection3PENANAw5QxwH5VJI

I don't understand people my age, and those younger than my old age. Yet I am only the age of two past a quarter century. The Winter sun is looming in the sky, the falling snowflakes. Beyond the century edge, an old world comes to an end. And yet! There are lovers who pretend, that a new world begins.copyright protection3PENANAUmtNTIJWaf

There was me and my darling Trepa, the claimant. Who thought she descended from Catherina Trepa. The little girl of death, the murder of life. Because she alone saw what propaganda does to other humans. She feigns to love me, yet love me not. How many I longed for her, that I forgot. Yet for other there was only polite smiles of Vou—for she alone felt not comfort, for the concept of Tu. She who held butterflies.copyright protection3PENANA9kxlyOpU8P

The reincarnation of Death.copyright protection3PENANA7FUYcrGhnp

Her smile brightens.copyright protection3PENANAZhLt4EbNAl

Un Aime on the coast, where in the morning a toast is served. The girl of smiles, who served adversity in the form of happy snacks. More American than anything else, she served barbecue weenies. All covered in hot sauce and spice. She tries to understand me, Je try to comprehend the one who seeks to try.copyright protection3PENANA2KGA6eov9w

Je Parlons of how some high school girls refer to Je as creepy. Though Je never asks why they stare at me. Yet my love is for Trepa and not Nous. They have some self-esteem that assumes Je accepter the dance, yet for me my dance is with Trepa.copyright protection3PENANAkgcfeoGUF3

Yet Trepa does not like to dance. Ce La Vie. Her life, her chance. Yet no desires. Only fear for that exotic prance.copyright protection3PENANAjFk49oJkbk

Trepa attraper un Papillon with her gentle closing of her small hands. Yet she refuses to poke its wings. She is haunted by the memoirs of her childhood, of the decapitated fille. Her old life visits her in dreams.copyright protection3PENANAGe4mOaBdFK

For she danced the wrong bewitching dance.copyright protection3PENANAK00WffkV90

For she danced the death of time to Napoleon.copyright protection3PENANAZtGkxPIhaU

Trepa dreams of a world with none of herself.copyright protection3PENANACR9HeYRPbx

She dreams of a life where immigrant girls like Catharina, who can dance with freedom. To the tune of their own music box.copyright protection3PENANAzWyASNPdJY

The music boxes of joy.copyright protection3PENANAeJrV3ZKMhV

For me as her close acquaintance, yet not to the level of Tu, for me only Vou, she loves peculiarly when I pick her dancing shoes. Yet for me I only know of slow music box rhythmic blues. Catherina Trepa, I call her. Who smiles Catherina's smile, and longs to dance the dance of the new princess Catherina.copyright protection3PENANAGTMQA1OsQ0

She connects with her old life.copyright protection3PENANA0pXy0PlP35

And smiles again, and with a kiss, releases the Papillon. She invited me to dance, the dance of the deranged toxic butterfly. The butterfly dance of Trepa.copyright protection3PENANANiOfdRfYDw

We embrace.copyright protection3PENANATkqGb0HZsx

I belong to no place or time, my heart has no song or rhyme. I am an identity, timeless, inescapable void. My heart sings no song for any time.copyright protection3PENANA0tXX1XNnMR

It all started when I visited the great flatlands in the black forest of the night. No more worries, no more concerns. All my concerns melt away tonight. For I am on my own. To be truly alone, to move away somewhere to die. To move somewhere to end it all on my own terms, where I can burn away into dust. I am my own sexuality, my own lust something the only thing I could trust. Yet in my personal night terrors, I dream of darker world beyond the inner sea.copyright protection3PENANAsA9hQn85lM

I meet women beyond mortal compare. I meet girls with long black, blond, and beautiful read hair. As I caress their bodies nightly, them coercing my submission only slightly.copyright protection3PENANACf72Vi3Civ

There are rolling, rolling, rolling heads everywhere.copyright protection3PENANAajZ8g054nS

And then there was only silence there.copyright protection3PENANAVQt57jsfpO

Yet in the day I am no headsman, I find solace in humanity everywhere. I find shame in my own desires, and long to help others overcome their sorrows. As for me sorrow and sex had been closely aligned. For the aspect of female victim hood means something entirely different from being a headsman. Perhaps it is an unexpressed aspect of submissive itself.copyright protection3PENANA223a4Ys8BL

For me I am the mistress.copyright protection3PENANAEM4DUlD0q0

The mistress of my own desires.copyright protection3PENANATmQmsYGUe6

Even if one lusts after heads, I could never touch one. I prefer to protect and embrace the innocuous of the Dutch one. For her own life is more of value than my own desires, except for mine to protect.copyright protection3PENANAJg8MqdLTlm

To think then my love is Catherina Trepa.copyright protection3PENANAFZ9KC36g3w

To think that I could indeed love at all.copyright protection3PENANAgWT7jl5Zgj

My body is an alien, an invasion of someone else's body into my own. My own desires to protect only I have shown. My fetishes I express I find no answers for their original, only the shame of their taste do express. For me I long for the long flowing dress, the dancer in the night. I long the frightened girl, only to tell her that everything will be alright as the day turns to night.copyright protection3PENANA5ZAeM1rxVN

Because everything will improve. Everything will be alright. For I am there. I am everywhere and nowhere.copyright protection3PENANAUAM3lp7rFb

I am a paradox of the self. A paradox of the mind.copyright protection3PENANAYW8S4rdaru

Shame and pleasure strange bedfellows.copyright protection3PENANAtxu4Lg5dO1

When I see the tears of Catherina Trepa, I find only sorrow in her eyes. And I know not how to deal with these feelings of my own. Her sorrow a sin, if life looping all o'er again. A sin she must not atone. But the sin of her executioners, for her night terrors have nothing else of compare.copyright protection3PENANA1ICOMXdUpT

And she understand me, and I understand her,copyright protection3PENANA5oPdhUFv47

As I caress hair hair, and her coat of fur.copyright protection3PENANAZyEtCqKIEy

For I am to her a cowgirl with no spurs.copyright protection3PENANAJFhlt4jGYJ

Yet I am no American at all.copyright protection3PENANAA48phpjXUn

For me I fall into dreamlike cityscape.copyright protection3PENANA4TVJny97gN

I find myself in an endless fall.copyright protection3PENANAG0sXmW1GD0

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