Yummy

She looked tasty to him. Red hair,nice, and tan. The prison was calling out her name. Getting a wizard to knock her off. That was not a very nice thought. Although it twisted her mind a lot. Gathering information for the next go around. Look at that bubble on her. It was enticing her to a level that was insincere.

It looked grand to her. Three meals a day and a roof over her head. It was paradise. It wasn't so grand after all if she had to fight to survive. Fight for a standing in position and rank in prison. Intelligence had it that her rank was last. She would have to bully the system to stay on top. The women there were insatiable. They knew how to knock a square peg into a hole. Was that a good thing or not? Time to find out.

Laced with anticipation, her crowd could not be controlled. It would ravish her for a long time. And combine them to the end of time. She could be mean if she wanted to be although she preferred being nice. A hook er she was not. All the women in the sanctuary thought that she was but a fool could see differently. A fool could tell otherwise.

The instrument of death was calling her back onto the battlefield. Suffice to say it would trap her and turn her to rubble. Her friend might be coming over soon. That would be awesome. And her grudge against her friend would be lifted. As soon as the chloroform she applied to the rag.

Remorse was not something she believed in. It did not come to her very well. But it left a stamp on her conscious. Driving by the store on the lonely highway succumbing to a different version. A version of a side verse. One that could not be anticipated. Or controlled. Wish she was her lover.

The prison system later had room for the twisted and divine. She was neither and both. That was hard for everyone to comprehend but she took it with grace. And style. Because she was twisted herself, no one believed her but that is alright. Lacy was her name and tasty was her game. Tasty and delicious to all of the other inmates. Yummy. And debased. Trying to find her sanity in an empty place where there was none. Oh well. Another time and place, maybe.

A twisted reality from the place that was hard to comprehend. Her majesty would have to find other room and board. But that was alright to fathom and grieve at the same time. Maybe in another place and time but not right now. And maybe never. Or so it would seem. Sometimes the prison needed more enemies but it wasn't her. And it was not at this time. Or ever would be, that seemed nice in her mind. A twisted sarcasm that would be spread over time and space.

Morality sometimes separated the good from the bad, but not in this case. Ginger was her name which matched her head and attitude. As well as her personality. It was different though compared to all of the other inmates names and religion. Another paraphrase that was meant to be. She would break out of these walls some time or other. And it would be an awesome reprieve from the boredom of the day. Sarcasm was not her strong suit. But the others blamed her for being there in the darkness of it all.

Ginger found all of her little pieces that were connected through the walls of the island getaway.