She didn't care much for her inheritance.
It was a rather heavy trunk of junk.
Still, she might find valuables inside.
She undid the lock and pushed the lid off.
She reached in and pulled out an old necklace.
It was gaudy, gold-colored, with green gems.
She rolled her eyes and tossed it to the side.
Next were black and white polaroid pictures.
Some smiling. Some at the beach. Some dancing.
She only recognized her grandfather.
She stacked the pictures by the old necklace.
Nothing particularly good was here.
She reached in and pulled out a slim, black dress.
The obsidian gown was compelling.
The rich darkness of the cloth seemed perfect.
She wondered why this dress was in that trunk.
She reviewed the pictures and saw something.
Her grandfather danced with a young woman.
The woman was wearing that exact dress.
She wondered if the woman was grandma.
Her eyes studied the dress quite intensely.
It was so stunning. So captivating.
She felt lost in an ocean of darkness.
The hypnotic power of that black dress.
She knew she had to experience it.
Alone in the attic, she got undressed.
She pulled the gown up over her body.
At once, it felt like it was part of her.
She gazed longingly at her reflection.
Never had she felt so desired before.
She looked like she embodied seduction.
She felt like she could enchant the whole world.
Every pose she took, revealed new beauty.
How strange to feel aroused by your own self.
To feel the whole world unworthy of you.
This narcissism flooded her young veins.
She began speaking to her reflection.
"My eyes cast rays greater than the sunlight."
"My touch, more soothing than gentle rivers."
"My kiss can level cities with tremors."
She had been overcome with fantasy.
Reality would never be so grand.
So she spent her life up in that attic.
I wonder who will inherit it next.
