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ALTERED. by Lucy V HALL
ALTERED. by Lucy V HALL
ALTERED. by Lucy V HALL
L V HALL
A reflective journey.
Altered by Name and Altered by nature,
Bringing the reader closer than ever to
understanding the lifestyles
Thats more gutter than glamour.
A journey back into the shadows of a past
laced with the ever-deceiving characters of
indulgence and addiction.
With each substance met along the way, a new
waltz of trickery, illusion & lies
performed behind the Veil of
The Great Hall of Highs
.
When I first met your sister, we were sitting in some artist studio with
the local down n out. It had run down walls that wept the tears of this
broken homes tragic years that still sat piled high with rubbish in the
kitchen down the sewage seeped hallway opposite the broken toilet &
stranger, her footing was simple & I easily learnt through her guided
Your sister & I weren't frequent friends who regularly met for catch-up
The two of us would intertwine our lives paths & dance the great round
Hall only on occasions that my number one dance partner wouldn't show
accept the hands of the lady in white who's dance came less graceful
choreography that would always strain the chest in its demand for
breath.
Dancing before mirrors, then bed sheets damp in cold sweat as I would
harness or hope.
This routine however, came as last option only if your sister also wasn't
well as my lover. We shared a secret romance thats affair only grew over
time until she was all I saw & all I desired each day & night. Lunch-
breaks we would sneak away together then come clock-off time I remember
listening to deep penetrative music that would hum ataraxia around and
straight through our bodies like some mantra of the flesh releasing
each tendon tied tense. Beneath the faces of each moon, thats start
point always played like an Angel to our ears because our anticipation
Time passed & her influence on me became more over powering & where I
once lead our steps, she had claimed my tread, throwing me from walls of
This switch took place over sometime, & no matter what a beauty she was,
Not long after my return, I did bump into your sister again...in a
us easily into the old swing & without me having another, we somehow
smooth & consuming, almost devouring...yet, time passed & I had to let
her go you see, her possession of me turned ugly when I begun to realize
she was inhaling me behind the trickery of her mask, giving me many
Lifeless.
Then there was your Cousin...this lady of the night no doubt marks me in
to the eyes & memory of the community we bounced round for some time...
bourbon & stale cigarettes, metal music is good for gathering up the
local grimes & never getting round to clearing the old dirt before wind
Anyway...
Through the thick black smog of sweaty black band tee shirts I crawled,
cesspool that linger, all waiting while grunting, snorting & slurping as
they wait in line to snort a line. Usually from the sachet of their mates
latest script.
I remember it like it was yesterday, those moments your cousin flew out
wallet then criss-crossing her as she lay fragmented across the vanity
throat.
Her multicolored lure spoke mystery, her many names were known to those
in various scenes who had known her personally even if her scent had
barely passed by the nostril hairs of the intrigued & socially in need of
her presence. Her reputation as inconsistent as the colors she wore. She
was loved & hated, but only the designers of her clothes would know the
true mystery behind her making. The acclaimed connoisseurs round town
didnt even know the threads of her fabrics when it was clung to the end
of there nostrils. & Although since that night I never found myself in
the tailors studio, her & I became very well equated & I spent many
nights being her driver round town, carrying her coats in my bag as she
raved the nights away & got caught up in ladies bathrooms chatting
endlessly with strangers as she lay on the flat ceramic surface of the
dirty cubicles.
A social diva with only a facade of glamour that really was also was
just as false as you, her so called designer coats were no more than
cheap offcuts of what the 70s got the best of. I couldnt keep up with
her inconstant faces & grew tired of the Connoisseurs who knew nothing
at all. People always telling me that they had danced better with miss
white diamonds or blue star or lady with the red apples... they were all
the same woman! They never listened to reason though; if they did then
they wouldnt be trying to grind her when she is a party woman who will
Pure white& remained so, since the very first day I saw you & smelt that
We worked together for some time, we worked very well together. You
Through the beginning I was still under your sisters demanding thumb
then that what was under my nose since you walked in to the scene, was a
blessing that would become the curse. I found out by the one who knew
Upon fire tips & glass flooring, we tore each other to life.
You had & elegance still untainted by the stigma of your bloodline. You
you- your white free flowing garment like silk, could trail on & on down
endless alters.
Pure white.
You awoke my greedy need, each breath gliding like falling stars in
galaxies of ecstasy.
You sparked matches & cast light upon my shadowed desire to dance the
You made my chest full with a tensioned tremor, but your abilities could
Sometimes your movement violent, grotesque & ice cold while throwing me
away then straight back even closer, closer so your stench of your
torment could be smelt through the spit of self hatred that would
The rest of your kind was just like you; just take take take as though
You, no longer curing any such desire, I no longer want or desire you but
your spell has me believing I need you like I need the very air of your
sinful breath.
All we are now is estranged dance partners. Playing out a routine that is
A ritual.
Our passions long since faded...without lust, hunger & thirst between us,
why do we continue to circle around each other like pack wolves. Guess
your ritual & you for the handles of your puppet. Circling and circling
I dare you to ignite me, dare you to just try & spark me into life again.
Our romance goes just one way, from your ritual twists & my altered
sway.
I give the flame that u only claim. Your bloodlines a stain on even the
You wore my watch then claimed it as your own, twisting its chain
slowly, hovered over the blaze of my torment. You would yell endless
regrets across the dance Hall of echoes. So many echoes from a source
that swayed smiling...id throw u over & over but you were the yoyo
Lips bitter but your touch soothing & sweet. My heart would
pawn placed upon each & every point you may find intrigue.
Just a family of vultures, all of you in your own demeaning way thrive
through the disguise of the illusion you wear & use without a burden of
care.
Now here we are. Just you & I. you're looking like your not so confident
apologies for the state of the dance Hall, guess the echoes drove me so
mad my care to sweep it new has faded, & with nothing more of me that
you could possibly destroy & take away, why bother to glamourize you
any further when your deceits have been well & truly exposed. So for
our final dance, you without any dress & me nude of an ear to tell of my
final debut...let us dance for the past before your intrusion, let us
dance for the great times we shared, even if they were beneath your veil
of illusion. Let us swirl n sway for the last time that we may. Just you &
me & the devil u play. Now flick your heel twice & spin.