The Violent Death.

Twisted nerves.

In our parallel universa of unspeakable horror and unseen
fear I saw that her death could come to be mine...

Then she saw herself fall until her spine unmercifully
splattered in a second as splinters in her body in the last
contact with life.
The blood strangled from her feet as the aorta had broken
halfway down and they had died just before her,
her breath slowed altough she fastened it and were thinking
no thoughts when, she was shaken unfreely by the last
shivers after the final emptying of the lungs as in an
haunted nightmare...

Fade to Black.

In our parallel universa of incredible charm and
implacable beauty I heard a car screaming like in a
Lynchonian movie of the subconscious mind,
drowning a womans.

In our aeons of lightyears the despicable violence is not
all there is out there...
She saw Scully still tangled, and tied to the skiff with a
rope - Mulder waiting...watching...hoping...
"Starbuck", she said.

Fade to Light.

LPWJ 26/11/97