A Photograph In The Top-floor Room Of An Old Building — AI Porn Image

A photograph in the top-floor room of an old building at dawn, empty, bare floorboards, one tall window off to the right giving flat grey light and a plain grey wall behind. High in the upper left of the picture, hanging in the air with no hand on it, is a plain wooden control cross of two crossed sticks, tilted over to one side and much too low. Five thin pale cords, each no thicker than a shoelace, run down from that cross and out to her, and they are strung the way a marionette is strung: one to the back of her head at the crown, one to each shoulder, and one to each knee, each ending in a small tied loop against the skin, with no wrapping and no knots anywhere else on her. Because the cross is held too low the cords hang with a slack curve in them and carry nothing, and she has gone down. She has folded onto the floor in the lower third of the frame: one knee down with that leg folded under her, the other leg out straight along the boards, her hips dropped onto the folded thigh, her spine curved over and her ribs showing along one side. Her arms hang free and loose at her sides with the fingers open, and her head has fallen forward with her hair over her face. Only where the cords are looped is her skin lifted; everything else has given way. Close to the lens and out of focus, a crumpled charcoal wool coat crosses the bottom corner as a soft dark shape. The camera is at floor level, well back and to her side, with a long lens, so she and the wall are pressed flat together and the cords run up the frame in a converging fan to the cross. Everything is grey, black and old wood except her skin. Fine grain. In the lower right corner, a small pencil signature: Ziggy