You can find her skulking about any corner and strutting down every street. She'll be watching and feeling and tasting your secrets. There is no one hidden from her intents, her spies invade your very mind and extract the things she needs. She relishes in your lusts and your passions and swallows the weirdest fetishes. You are no stranger to her lips. Your dreams are of her making; your nightmares of her undoing. The monsters you fear are fragments of her evil mind and the angels you create are pieces of her heart. For her survival, she must feed off you. She takes your past and eats your memories. She enjoys creating troubles in your present so she can slurp up the frustrations and the whining and the complaining and the cutting. Your future is for her eyes, and she controls the possibilities; she cannot let you have more than what she can take. Her teeth shine in the black night behind crimson lips, waiting, always waiting, for the perfect moment to dig themselves into your skin.
She is a collector.
And the more you have, the more she will take.
(photo via Vogue.com)
This be my favourite. May your rag-dream switch to a beautiful reality. Proud to say I've met you :) Keep 'em coming.
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