Joseph Hrehocik

Carlotta
Before there was Madeliene there was Carlotta. Who would believe? A spirit taking possesion of the living shell John did because he finds satisfaction in trust. She handles the antique jewelry curiously, gently. She's 26 Carlotta died by her own hand at that age. He gazed at the profile of the beautiful blonde with an unwanted desire. Such a beautiful girl. He follows her day after day His eyes fixated on the perfect form of her feminine curves in adulterous glares. Seemingly obsessed with her own demise, she leads him on a morbid pattern of events. Repeat and apt, sinking in love Madeliene stared at the grave He looks upon his interest capturing Letras de cancioneshazy images of her form from different angles inside the cemetary walls. And she sat staring at the portrait Then he found himself at San Francisco bay observing Madeliene bid farewell to the flowers she bought to mourn the loss of herself She sprinkled the carnations to the water below knowing what she was about to do Or did she? She appeared to be in a different world. She fell to the depths helplessly and wanting to die, as if on a mission. She awoke to the sound of the old fasioned telephone. That desireable look she gave. Her hair down and arm keeping her sacred body concealed under the blanket She didn't know what happened that day, but continued coming back to Scottie for support. They werre falling in love They were wanderers She had a dream Staring into an open grave. She disappeared into the trees knowing that it was her's. She was turning into Carlotta and had to die So when they wandered to the old church she could not take her eyes off of the old bell tower. Making it up the stairs and ending up broken om the roof below. She was going too fast........ she was to fast. She had done what she had to do. At the trial Johnny saw a vision of Carlotta by the window. She turned her head slowly giving him a chilling dead stare. The same stare from her portrait. The same pose that fascinated Madeleine Was this myth, or was this murder? From Letras Mania