SCARLET LETTERS, OR LETTERS FROM SCARLET, THAT WAS NEVER THE ISSUE. HE OWES THE PAPER A FEW WORDS, HE THINKS, AND THIS TIME HE WILL READ WHAT IS PROMINENTLY WRITTEN AHEAD OF HIM. BY ALL MEANS AND WHETHER IT IS ADMITTED BEFORE GOD OR NOT, SCARLET CAN BE A WOMAN JUST AS MUCH A WORD. HE WILL STRETCH HER EXISTENCE INTO THE PALM OF HIS HAND, AND SHE WILL TEACH HIM HOW TO REGRET IT –THE YEARS HE SPENT ON TRYING TO LOOK DESIRABLY VULNERABLE, THE YEARS HE SPENT ON FINDING THE RIGHT WORDS TO DESCRIBE THE TASTEFULNESS OF HER MÉNAGE, THE YEARS HE SPENT ON LIVING BETWEEN THE BORDERS (HER VAGINA, THAT IS).
HE HATES TO REMEMBER HOW LITERAL SHE WAS; SCARLET WAS THE TYPE OF WOMAN WHO WOULD SAY "I'M GOING TO BED" AFTER AN ARGUMENT, AND NEVER "I'M GOING TO SLEEP". SHE WAS THE MERE REPRESENTATION OF HOW WORDS COULD RAPE, COULD KILL, AND STANDING THERE HE WAS, A SEALED LETTER FROM HER IN HIS HANDS; BUT THIS TIME, NOT ONLY IS HE TO HEAR WHAT SHE WANTS TO SAY, BUT HE WILL ALAS CAPTURE IT AS WELL, AND HE KNOWS THESE WORDS WILL STAY IMPLANTED IN HIS MEMORY, AND HE KNOWS HE IS NOT ALLOWED TO EXPECT WHAT IS WRITTEN THEREIN. FROM SCARLET.
DID HE HATE HER FOR LETTING HERSELF ALWAYS FEEL THE PRIVILEGE OF BEING RIGHT? WAS HE NOT REQUIRED TO STAND UP AS A MAN, AS ALL THE MEN SHE HAD EFFORTLESSLY SEDUCED, ABUSED, CHEWED AND SPAT AND GIVE HER CHEEK A GLIMPSE OF THE TEMPERATURE HIS BODY WITNESSED AROUND HER PRESENCE? SCARLET IS GONE, SO IS THE UNRULINESS OF THIS HOUSE; HE COULD TELL, WHILE THE SILENCE IS HEARD, THAT THERE ARE RULES NOW, AND NOW THAT SHE IS NO MORE THAN INK ON PAPER, HE HAS TO ABIDE.
WHATEVER IT IS SHE HAS TO SAY, IT IS SCARLET, AND SOMEHOW, IT IS TRUTH. SHE DECIDED SHE WILL LEAVE HIM WITH A LETTER, NEVER A MEMORY OR A SONG. SHE DECIDED SHE WILL LEAVE AND SHE LEFT AND SHE WON, NOW ALL THAT IS LEFT IS A FEW WORDS HE KNOWS WILL SABOTAGE HIS LIFE, A FEW WORDS SHE KNEW EXACTLY HOW TO MAINTAIN AS SECRET, UNTIL NOW.
HE OPENS THE LETTER, HE UNFOLDS THE LETTER; SHE HAD WRITTEN WITH SCARLET INK, SCARLET, SHE HAD TWISTED HIS BIGGEST FEAR INTO WORDS, IN A LETTER, IT READS
"FRANKLY, MY DEAR,
IT IS I WHO DOESN'T GIVE A DAMN".
HE HATES TO REMEMBER HOW LITERAL SHE WAS; SCARLET WAS THE TYPE OF WOMAN WHO WOULD SAY "I'M GOING TO BED" AFTER AN ARGUMENT, AND NEVER "I'M GOING TO SLEEP". SHE WAS THE MERE REPRESENTATION OF HOW WORDS COULD RAPE, COULD KILL, AND STANDING THERE HE WAS, A SEALED LETTER FROM HER IN HIS HANDS; BUT THIS TIME, NOT ONLY IS HE TO HEAR WHAT SHE WANTS TO SAY, BUT HE WILL ALAS CAPTURE IT AS WELL, AND HE KNOWS THESE WORDS WILL STAY IMPLANTED IN HIS MEMORY, AND HE KNOWS HE IS NOT ALLOWED TO EXPECT WHAT IS WRITTEN THEREIN. FROM SCARLET.
DID HE HATE HER FOR LETTING HERSELF ALWAYS FEEL THE PRIVILEGE OF BEING RIGHT? WAS HE NOT REQUIRED TO STAND UP AS A MAN, AS ALL THE MEN SHE HAD EFFORTLESSLY SEDUCED, ABUSED, CHEWED AND SPAT AND GIVE HER CHEEK A GLIMPSE OF THE TEMPERATURE HIS BODY WITNESSED AROUND HER PRESENCE? SCARLET IS GONE, SO IS THE UNRULINESS OF THIS HOUSE; HE COULD TELL, WHILE THE SILENCE IS HEARD, THAT THERE ARE RULES NOW, AND NOW THAT SHE IS NO MORE THAN INK ON PAPER, HE HAS TO ABIDE.
WHATEVER IT IS SHE HAS TO SAY, IT IS SCARLET, AND SOMEHOW, IT IS TRUTH. SHE DECIDED SHE WILL LEAVE HIM WITH A LETTER, NEVER A MEMORY OR A SONG. SHE DECIDED SHE WILL LEAVE AND SHE LEFT AND SHE WON, NOW ALL THAT IS LEFT IS A FEW WORDS HE KNOWS WILL SABOTAGE HIS LIFE, A FEW WORDS SHE KNEW EXACTLY HOW TO MAINTAIN AS SECRET, UNTIL NOW.
HE OPENS THE LETTER, HE UNFOLDS THE LETTER; SHE HAD WRITTEN WITH SCARLET INK, SCARLET, SHE HAD TWISTED HIS BIGGEST FEAR INTO WORDS, IN A LETTER, IT READS
"FRANKLY, MY DEAR,
IT IS I WHO DOESN'T GIVE A DAMN".
GONE WITH THE WIND"If i have to lie, steal, cheat or kill, as God is my witness, i'll never be hungry again." Of course, metaphorically speaking.
