You stare at your reflection in the mirror on the wall, menacingly. You don’t recognize yourself without her. You can’t stand to look at yourself without her. You’ve told yourself time and time again that you don’t need her. That you’re better off without her, but you do not believe this yourself. It is a need that has taken over your whole being. You can’t fight it and you wonder what’s the point.
You explore her with the tips of your roughed fingers, spreading her out evenly in front of you. You tap against her softly with the sides of a razor, readying yourself for her control. You take her in.
She’s inside you.
You can feel her roaming around, rattling your brain as she tries to take over every inch of you.
You close your eyes and let her take you. Vibrations. You can feel the vibrations of every nerve, every muscle and every cell in your body bowing themselves to her power.
She speaks to you softly.
You listen carefully, “Open your eyes. Go.”
And with no hesitations…you do.
There’s no way you cannot tell that this is a concept of “love,” a concept of “trust,” a relationship you have developed with her. You pity the naiveness, shaming yourself for believing something like that could even exist beyond her, for anyone.
It never does.
It never will.
…could it?
