Theatrical Muse Catch-Up - September/October
In bed… the two words conjure up so many thoughts.
Beds have been about more than sleep for me for as long as I can remember.
As a child, bed was a safe and comfortable place where I could curl up and listen to the rain on the roof, listen to Mommy read me a story or to music on the radio. As a grown man, the marital bed was for me a place of love and joy - for entwining in erotic embraces with Jill or for reading the paper on a lazy Sunday morning.
When I became terminally ill, the hospital bed became a cold and sinister place for me. A barely adequate refuge from the pain. Somewhere hard and stark where my mind floated between consciousness and unconsciousness in a drugged haze.
Once, being in bed was a place of comfort and relaxation. But now it has come to symbolize sickness and death in my eyes. Bed is a place I stay out of as much as possible. Lying there on those white sheets - it too closely resembles being in a coffin for my liking.
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Take shelter if you can - try and hide from me. But it is a futile effort, I promise. Attempting to hide from my pursuit is like trying to hide from your own sins. Eventually, they will find you out.
If you do not appreciate your own life, if you take for granted the wonders of simply existing and squander the many good things you have to wallow in what is unworthy or just plain wrong - I will find you. And I can promise you that I’ll want to play a game. And that there will be blood.
You’ll see the clown-puppet’s face, and hear the taped voice - and you’ll know that it’s now your time to make your choice. To live or die.
There’s no shelter in the world that will keep you safe from me. The only thing that will keep me away from you is to change your ways, start being grateful for each breath you take and each day that you’re alive.
Words: 165
Muse: John Kramer AKA Jigsaw
Fandom: Saw
Beds have been about more than sleep for me for as long as I can remember.
As a child, bed was a safe and comfortable place where I could curl up and listen to the rain on the roof, listen to Mommy read me a story or to music on the radio. As a grown man, the marital bed was for me a place of love and joy - for entwining in erotic embraces with Jill or for reading the paper on a lazy Sunday morning.
When I became terminally ill, the hospital bed became a cold and sinister place for me. A barely adequate refuge from the pain. Somewhere hard and stark where my mind floated between consciousness and unconsciousness in a drugged haze.
Once, being in bed was a place of comfort and relaxation. But now it has come to symbolize sickness and death in my eyes. Bed is a place I stay out of as much as possible. Lying there on those white sheets - it too closely resembles being in a coffin for my liking.
Words: 187
Take shelter if you can - try and hide from me. But it is a futile effort, I promise. Attempting to hide from my pursuit is like trying to hide from your own sins. Eventually, they will find you out.
If you do not appreciate your own life, if you take for granted the wonders of simply existing and squander the many good things you have to wallow in what is unworthy or just plain wrong - I will find you. And I can promise you that I’ll want to play a game. And that there will be blood.
You’ll see the clown-puppet’s face, and hear the taped voice - and you’ll know that it’s now your time to make your choice. To live or die.
There’s no shelter in the world that will keep you safe from me. The only thing that will keep me away from you is to change your ways, start being grateful for each breath you take and each day that you’re alive.
Words: 165
Muse: John Kramer AKA Jigsaw
Fandom: Saw