Tight

                                   Tight

   The snake in the bottle turned slowly and whispered into her ear,
              "It doesn`t really hurt,does it?"
    The febrile atmosphere in the room made her feel lightheaded and as she walked towards the door she almost stumbled, and one of the party guests caught her by the arm. "Steady darling..."
  She pushed past and headed quickly for the patio.Once outside the coolness of the night air hit like a dose of smelling salts.There had been a few idiots pestering her that night and it was good to be on her own,free from distractions.
    The snake was there again.It was always there somewhere in the background.Just like the wind ..always whispering...
        "I don`t know who it`s for but it tells me".......
      She thought about the instillation that she had been working on for her forthcoming exhibition.It had been a difficult period for her work,and what with the disaster that her last dalliance had proved to be,the flow of ideas had come to a juddering halt.Because her collaborators had whipped her for more focus,she felt she had to leave the safety of her home but in real terms her emotional state wasn`t capable of bringing this to fruition.
         "The boa constrictor,when it grabs its prey,doesn`t bother to squeeze...then the animal panics and breathes in,and then the snake constricts.It feels like that....all the time,being squeezed."
      She thought about her sessions as a model for her artist friend who took erotic-art photos based on the ancient Japanese martial art of Hojo-Jutsu.Nowadays people called it Shibari...and like anything in the modern World, the internet freaks had got hold of it.They weren`t interested in the spiritual side of it,and the fact that it was based on Shiatsu and the pressure points that ran through the body.
        " If the snake was a rope,then the coils of its` body were bent out of shape."
          " Can`t they see it`s killing me? Listen to the sound I make. Leaving is more than I know."
      She remembered when she was hanging there,suspended like a cadaver in an abattoir ,the blood dripping on to the hardhard cold concrete floor.Those dreams were still vivid and although emotionally she was still a big mess,the euphoric feelings she had experienced hanging on the end of those ropes had made her feel alive!!
      The term `Rope-Drunk` was an apt one she thought,and her next move was to get the hell out of the boring party that that idiot had taken her to.
           "I`m done!Done! So on to the next one!"   She could almost scream it out loud!