Of Cakes and Abdications
The rat: a creature so reviled by humankind and known as a breeder of diseases. A creature so grotesque that it reverts to eating it own newborns. An animal that slinks around in the night, immune to the most repulsive scents, tastes, and textures. And yet, here I am. Rotting away here in my own cage, wishing that I were kin to this foul beast. Wishing that I could vanish in the night, I watch with envy as the animal scurries off into the next cell and the next until it disappears out of sight.
Lying half awake and half asleep upon the cold cobblestone flooring, my body bruised and battered, I awaited the morning. Tomorrow, I would be gone from this place. Be gone from this inhospitable refuge, which has become my only throne. For what feels like an eternity, I have been caged up in these walls as if I were a common criminal. But what crime have I committed? Theft? Nay. Murder, nay. Upon what charges am I kept here, abandoned by my country and by my people? Treason. Treason to the throne that I once sat upon.
My husband. My dearest husband, so noble a man. No other woman be as blessed as I with a husband. But, I... I am no longer a wife. That has been stolen from me, for a widow my country hath made me. A mother, I once was- until they too, tore my children from my bosom. I, seen as a threat to their morality. I once had friends; until they murdered them all, pinioning their decaying skulls upon spikes in the fashion of monsters. They paraded them around, taunting me, causing me great grief and distress. And what did I ever do to them?
Nothing, except tell them to eat cake.
The rat: a creature so reviled by humankind and known as a breeder of diseases. A creature so grotesque that it reverts to eating it own newborns. An animal that slinks around in the night, immune to the most repulsive scents, tastes, and textures. And yet, here I am. Rotting away here in my own cage, wishing that I were kin to this foul beast. Wishing that I could vanish in the night, I watch with envy as the animal scurries off into the next cell and the next until it disappears out of sight.
Lying half awake and half asleep upon the cold cobblestone flooring, my body bruised and battered, I awaited the morning. Tomorrow, I would be gone from this place. Be gone from this inhospitable refuge, which has become my only throne. For what feels like an eternity, I have been caged up in these walls as if I were a common criminal. But what crime have I committed? Theft? Nay. Murder, nay. Upon what charges am I kept here, abandoned by my country and by my people? Treason. Treason to the throne that I once sat upon.
My husband. My dearest husband, so noble a man. No other woman be as blessed as I with a husband. But, I... I am no longer a wife. That has been stolen from me, for a widow my country hath made me. A mother, I once was- until they too, tore my children from my bosom. I, seen as a threat to their morality. I once had friends; until they murdered them all, pinioning their decaying skulls upon spikes in the fashion of monsters. They paraded them around, taunting me, causing me great grief and distress. And what did I ever do to them?
Nothing, except tell them to eat cake.
How long ago did you write it?
Marie Antoinette is pretty interesting.
There was an interesting thing about a man made fuel called cake.
Isn't that where the confusion came from?
Dunno.
I only retain brain lint for so long.
I love you baby.