What can YOU say in six sentences?
I, Madelaine, came to town on the Ghost Train, driven by Fates that come at the end of the line in the Rue Diable for poor girls and thieves such as I.
No one met me there at the station, not the foul sheriff who'd sent me the ticket, nor any cronies in top hats and tails, no brass band, no nothing--except for a tramp stumbling blind in the mud who stunk to high heaven and, lurking in shadows, a boy with catholic fear in his eyes and all the lusts of the ages.
I slogged through the mud down to Marly's Ace-Five and was met at the door by the sheriff, who ushered me, grinning, into my room at the back, took his pleasure, a pleasure of smells of the dead, and left me to rule in my chamber.
Rule I did, truly: the men lined up with their cocks and their fears and fat wallets, these players and mucks from the hills above town and with each I assumed the role of the woman who'd roiled in his marrow since birth, the woman traduced and denied and climbed over, chained up, left for dead in love's name...by this lover of games with a wife that he'd blinded and used as a cover for murder...
Long lines of men, and I killed them all, fed them opium tinctures and sucked the meat out of their souls--if such you'd call sumps from the cisterns--and my body served as a mirror to all their granular weakness and shame, and my eyes spit such loving contempt, and my teeth drew the blood from their throats, and they aged years in minutes and they could not die, and this was their death as they stumbled away to the Ghost Train.
I spared the boy, or would have: he'd killed the sheriff and I took him in and made him a man,tossed his love in the grate--what love can it be when the blood in the phallus is put there by rage and goes by the name of Narcissus?--and bade him now see with clear eyes; his lust though, painted as love, was all that he had--he was truly a boy of the town--and he went and died in the mud like the others, sans name or glory, and stands at the Ghost Train now, hollow and staring, a ghost, as I wink and the train pulls away...