Current mood:

blank

so i bred the unforgiven
Ah, culmination. Comprehension. Great & terrible a
conclusion

Black; bare
Irony; hysterical. Truth at last... but in what forms,
how much, how fast
What will be lost? Doors unlooked for...
Commanded; you will see. You have seen. All that
you know; you are now
Told

Full moon; vernal equinox

To be told
True warp of a plane; mindfuck. Uncertain. hey
you're a crazy bitch

Uncertain. Hope this will not become
what it could --- A desperate, rain-salted
Thirst. Unslaked. Sure, & she's
Tasted these wells

No footprints walking away from these sands;
this mirage done dried eons ago,
as was her innocence,
each & every shopworn reply,
each & every thought -Afoot. Oh, this, this -
Art
bane
Eve's skills, inherent, long practiced.


Not this game.
She never, never held so much
as a chunk of fruit,
not her,
a quick slap in the dark,
faceless & to feed - An emptiness? An emotion? A fetish?

So why then, this. Perceived
Thorough
paradigm shift?