A Written.... something.
Er... Yeah. I don't really know what this is. It just came out as I wrote, and it's largely pointless. But hey, at least I wrote something today.
Jasna has lived a life of coincidences.
Oh, she's quite sure she's the one who got herself through school, and that it was her efforts that got her a job - but after that, it's been one long merry tumble downhill, and it's been going on for so long now that she can hardly tell which end is up any more.
She never meant to open that one book, though. And she certainly never meant to go tripping like an awkward Alice into a place that was everything but Wonderland.
But here she is, having stumbled down the wrong rabbit's hole. There is no tea with Hatters, though she's quite certain she's gone mad, and the March Hare has yet to turn up. The roads she travels are winding, switchback things, and they're paper and ink and plots written by someone else's imagination.
One thing, though, is still sure as her bones; if there is going to be any Queen here, it is going to be her. And so she fights it - every step of the way, she fights it (elbows and knees and nails like some big sissy girl's, she breaks it all up, tears the pages and chews the words and spits them out in pieces - sometimes, she spits them out like pits of fruits, trying to aim and hit in a place where she's always, ever, only, blind) - until she stumbles, breathless, out on the other side of the Tulgey Wood.
Only she finds she's forgotten her vorpal sword, and that the bandersnatch has been walking right along-side her every step on the roads of the Queen of Hearts. That, she believes, is only fitting. Even if she never meant for it to happen ( - because she's not a maiden and even if he is a monster he doesn't have the decency to look like one - ), she's now at the end of the story, staring The End in its inky countenance, and it's candy and kittens and riding off into the sunset with her one true love on his white steed to live happily ever after.
It's been a long series of unfortunately fortunate events, Mock-Turtles and Red Queens and running as fast as she can just to stay in one place, and she's fought them at every turn, fought them so hard that there are bruises on her bones just from the strain and she'll be damned if she knows how to stop now.
So she spits in its papery face, gives her One True Love a black eye and goes off with the monster. Because everyone knows that happily-ever-afters are for bears and princesses and she's never been maiden-princess-vestal - no, she's been crone-and-queen, and she's not handing back her crown.
Jasna has lived a life of coincidences.
Oh, she's quite sure she's the one who got herself through school, and that it was her efforts that got her a job - but after that, it's been one long merry tumble downhill, and it's been going on for so long now that she can hardly tell which end is up any more.
She never meant to open that one book, though. And she certainly never meant to go tripping like an awkward Alice into a place that was everything but Wonderland.
But here she is, having stumbled down the wrong rabbit's hole. There is no tea with Hatters, though she's quite certain she's gone mad, and the March Hare has yet to turn up. The roads she travels are winding, switchback things, and they're paper and ink and plots written by someone else's imagination.
One thing, though, is still sure as her bones; if there is going to be any Queen here, it is going to be her. And so she fights it - every step of the way, she fights it (elbows and knees and nails like some big sissy girl's, she breaks it all up, tears the pages and chews the words and spits them out in pieces - sometimes, she spits them out like pits of fruits, trying to aim and hit in a place where she's always, ever, only, blind) - until she stumbles, breathless, out on the other side of the Tulgey Wood.
Only she finds she's forgotten her vorpal sword, and that the bandersnatch has been walking right along-side her every step on the roads of the Queen of Hearts. That, she believes, is only fitting. Even if she never meant for it to happen ( - because she's not a maiden and even if he is a monster he doesn't have the decency to look like one - ), she's now at the end of the story, staring The End in its inky countenance, and it's candy and kittens and riding off into the sunset with her one true love on his white steed to live happily ever after.
It's been a long series of unfortunately fortunate events, Mock-Turtles and Red Queens and running as fast as she can just to stay in one place, and she's fought them at every turn, fought them so hard that there are bruises on her bones just from the strain and she'll be damned if she knows how to stop now.
So she spits in its papery face, gives her One True Love a black eye and goes off with the monster. Because everyone knows that happily-ever-afters are for bears and princesses and she's never been maiden-princess-vestal - no, she's been crone-and-queen, and she's not handing back her crown.