Indifferent~

Indifferent~

Convincing, unsurmountable, and unacceptable. Frayed, crooked, severe. Agonizing, altruistic, and catastrophic. Urgent, story-based, guarded. Abnormal, evil, repulsive, untamed. Impure, personal, vindictive, and malevolent. Neither interested nor involved. Unconcerned, she remains. Here she is, completely anonymous but with a clear idea of her desires. Untied, arms at liberty, eyes large, lips parted in a display of magnificence. She is now more than just a placator. Disappearing from view. She has entered a realm of unadulterated reality. With no turning back and no hopping forward. Here she will shape herself, eliminate what doesn't work, and hold on to what she allows.

I'm the sweetest girl in town, so why are you so mean daddy?

This is the kind of love I yearn for! 🤭🥰

Dulcet Viper~

Enter the vipers' lair and allow it to devour you. Allow yourself to be consumed by the inferno of existence's flame. Gulled wings of birds, insects, and moths—anything that can fly—may very well engulf you.

Fear does not belong in that sweet, balmy the passageway. Nothing but the viper and its delightful scent—no leftovers, no wants at all. Keep plunging into the abyss until you discover peace. Inhale the rath that is in between—the one that is deep, musky, and entrancing.

Let life unfold as it will, rather than pretending to be flawless. Think about it more than anything else. Soak in life's little pleasures, learn from your mistakes, and come out on top. Feel the burn of the vipers' pit within you as you revel in the triumph in trying again.

Carnal want, passion, vexation~

A pallum drum of pure candors is like the pounding silence of the body. The withering departure of the loins diminishes the remaining influence of effortless desire. Intimately tied to a state of miraculous mental calm—and yet, hunt it.

I need someone to latch onto me, to untangle me, and teach me new ways of being tamed. Having me gasp for air, captivated, gawking, and almost detached from the world around. Hunger that never goes away and sorrowful, flowing passion are the real depths of longing.

Encased in a blossoming charred rose, it is overflowing. The dull, lifeless petals are wet from the unsettling nature of sheer mental stimulation.

Feeling bewildered, homesick, and divided by the biased divide—confronted with little more than opposition. Devastated, bruised, stained, and yearning for arms that could subdue me. Please, someone, somewhere, tame me.

Vivacity

Too enticing for a single dosage. To possess and to lack. Concerned, uprooted, depressed, hungry; and yet, completely unconcerned. Abhorrent, repulsive, lifeless, and brimming with...something, if not, absolutely nothing.

Subjection has made me calloused. Two times divorced from the norms of society. The throat is dry and parched, the eyes are imploring, and the palms are spread. To roam aimlessly, to suffer without ceasing, and to ask more.

Everything that is possessed becomes an item. In impenetrable barriers, pupils flit. Thoughts stall, emotions throb, and the world continues to revolve.

The madness of the wicked—spinning in loss, in departure. Captured by the essence of what is to come, doomed by despair. Intense longing, distressing tragedies, and cries for help.

Feeling something; taking in everything; being charmed by everything. It was worthwhile. In order to merit it all.

For it is life itself that passes into death. Here, death gives way to life.