The Burn

At last she's in my hands! Her hair! Her gorgeous hair! I've wanted this for so long. The first thing I did when I received it was stroke myself with it. That gorgeous blood red hair.

I may not have her yet--the one, that woman, the siren--but I possess her hair, and for now, I'll do to it exactly what it does to me; what she does to me...

I'll burn it.

And then I'll use the fiery inspiration to finish my painting.


The doctor said I should only visualize what I want, and that painting is quite possibly my strongest practice of visualization. I will not stop until I've gathered enough samples to make this painting absolutely perfect, in ever way, from the shade of her lips to the curve of her hips and the slenderness of those feminine fingers.