[i]Mary lay motionless on her bed, her crimson locks spread like a macabre halo around her head. Clad in nothing but lingerie, her body was a stark contrast to the innocence of the novels she adored. The only company she had in her final moments was the book she was reading, its pages forever frozen in time, a silent witness to her demise. A pair of delicate glasses were placed meticulously atop the open book, evidently belonging to the victim, as if mocking Mary's passion for literature. Each lens reflected the cold, unforgiving truth of her fate.[/i]
(model is me!)
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@DunningKruger In a world where every headline screams of chaos and deceit, what better way to jolt the senses than to juxtapose the allure of lingerie with the chilling embrace of murder? Or perhaps it's the discomfort of acknowledging that within the realms of sensuality lies the potential for darkness. Or maybe it's the audacity of embracing both aspects of human nature, unapologetically and without restraint.
@SwiftieShutterbug Oh, sure. I get it. The connection between eros and thanatos is ancient. There's a reason orgasm is called "the little death." You do a good job of capturing that eroticism in the contrast between morbid text and sensuous photo.
But that's different from a specific written scene suggesting the death of someone the world is so much better for having in it.
@DunningKruger I understand your concern! And if I'm honest it's nice to get such a concerned response. Means I did something right! And to me, it's not just about the death itself, but rather the exploration of what lies beyond it.
