crimson woman gets grilled

on the second floor of the morven brown building at UNSW, i sit and watch the proceedings. outside the day is brilliant and the crystal blue waves tickle the shore of dazzling sand. marilyn monroe wades naked, causing innocent ripples in the surface; translucent blue rings.

the movie is beginning and i am there simultaneously. a friend nudges me "this is the best bit" an insanely cackling woman painted crimson in a crimson and gold sheath dress (a scarlet woman perhaps?) is led unaware and oblivious towards the sacrificial grill conveyer belt, her face a distorted mask of madness and dark hilarity as she is laid still cackling on the grill. i look away waiting for the shrill screams of pain and terror, but they never come. i look back to the grill, and she is now just a big sizzling steak, with no remnant of human form.

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