Her laugh rose in a crescendo of hysteria snaking its veiled assault upon my ears. Etched by a thin veneer of lies on the edge of her teeth. Each staccato breath heavy like machine gun fire holding more power in their pauses than my nerves; hanging like dangling piano keys could contain. Once again frozen to the spot, impossible to even pivot from the fixed agenda as her eyes bore cannon holes deep into the back of my skull. It started with a vein that twitched involuntarily in response to the closeness to her mania. Eyes white with conviction to an implausible drama that unwrapped itself bare, lay at my feet. Daring provocation from all assailants both real and imagined.
