Charles Bukowski

The Most Beautiful Woman In Town

Cass was the youngest and most beautiful of 5 sisters. Cass was the most beautiful girl in town. Half-Indian with a supple and strange body, A snake-like and fiery body with eyes to go with it. Cass was fluid moving fire. She was like a spirit stuck into a form that would not hold her. Her hair was black and long and silken and whirled about as did her body. Her spirit was either very high or very low. There was no in-between for Cass. Some said she was crazy. The dull ones said that. The dull ones would never understand Cass. To the men, she was simply a sex machine, And they didn't care whether she was crazy or not. And Cass danced and flirted, kissed the men, But except for an instance or two, when it came time to make it with Cass, Cass had somehow slipped away, eluded the men. Her sisters accused her of misusing her beauty, Of not using her mind enough, but Cass had mind and spirit; She painted, she danced, she sang, she made things of clay, And when people were hurt either in the spirit or the flesh, Cass felt a deep grieving for them. Her mind was simply different; her mind was simply not practical. Her sisters were jealous of her because she attracted their men, And they were angry because they felt she didn't make the best use of them. She had a habit of being kind to the uglier ones; the so-called Less attractive men and women. Those considered less attractive found solace and acceptance in Cass's presence. She saw beyond the surface and appreciated the beauty within. Cass lived in a world of her own creation, Where the conventional rules didn't apply. She was a free spirit, unbound by societal expectations. Her art, her dance, her song – these were expressions of her untamed essence. Yet, there was a loneliness in Cass, a profound solitude that even her vibrant spirit couldn't dispel. People, mesmerized by her beauty, often failed to understand the complexities of her mind. She was more than the sum of her physical allure; she was a creature of passion and compassion. As the town labeled her crazy, Cass continued to defy their judgments. She danced with the stars and conversed with the wind. Her connection with the world was unconventional, And the dull ones could never grasp the poetry in her madness. To Cass, love was more than a fleeting encounter; it was a dance with the universe. She slipped away from the grasp of those who sought only her physical form, Yearning for a connection that transcended the carnal. In the end, Cass remained a mystery to the town, a wild flame flickering on the edges of their understanding. She painted her world in colors they couldn't see, danced to a melody they couldn't hear, And loved in a way they couldn't comprehend. Cass, the beautiful enigma, continued to weave her unconventional existence, Leaving a trail of bewilderment and fascination in her wake.

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