My name is…Kit.
I’ve opened my eyes to find myself in the world of the living. A million thoughts are crashing through my mind and above all two stand out.
Who are you? And what do you want from me?
With arms outstretched and a faltering smile, let me be yours.
Join me…
It slips away…so quickly.
That fragile bond.
You love me.
Fear me.
Hate me.
Then love again.
Love against…all the odds.
Love as it’s the only thing left.
Love because I’ve…stripped you of anything less.
Love because I demand it.
Then you slip…slip away.
For good.
Day after day you tell me…pretty secrets.
Confide in me your passions.
Even if you…if you didn’t realise it.
Your dreams welcome me.
Your body will too.
And your mind.
All for…for the taking.
Soft trees break the fall.
A little moment of…friendship.
You’re the prey and I the hunter.
This hasn’t changed.
This won’t…change.
But for now a moment.
Just a moment.
The Lord is our shepherd. We are their flock. It’s the most divine truth there is.
Tell me dear ones. What does a shepherd do with his flock?
Lambs are for slaughtering. Sheep are for clothing. Together they enhance the form.
Be what you were designed to be. My food. My form.
Confession of sins is vital to a clean soul. Your soul is filthy with misdeeds. I’m afraid there is no cleansing power capable of fixing you. Forgiving you.
Only by becoming a part of me can you hope to atone.
By fire or fire, I’ll have you.
Waves of infinite inky black…your mind lies in shadows beneath them.
You should be grateful I choose to dive into them.
A bounty to…feast on.
Where nobody can find them.
Pretty…
You spent all of that time calling me pretty.
You just wanted…a version of me.
Something I never offered.
How…greedy.
You get my favourite…pretty.
Don’t you still want me?
You’re all…sick puppies.
I open my mouth and spread my legs.
And you all lose your…small minds.
Desperate to please.
To give and have taken.
You arch your backs and squeal with…pleasure.
I’ll leave you as empty and hollow as you came.
Folks, I found a scuffed way to deliver the story to you. I enjoyed writing it and I’ll probably do some more like it soon!
I hope you enjoy ☺️
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High regards…
For fruitless moments.
Loves gone and lost.
You shouldn’t tempt me with the…the preem stuff.
High on the shelf.
Siren songs whispering.
I wonder if you’ll cry or…or snarl as I rip them from you.
I’ll savour each lick and swallow.
I’ll make it last.