"I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air." Bram Stoker, Dracula
I dance by the door, The one I closed on you. I'm not a statue, draped on your pedestal. I'm wild, I'm free, I am unapologetically me. So I'll dance and I'll dance some more. Until my body falls to the floor. Words by me. Image censored due to an irrational fear of the female body.
I saw my reflection in their eyes, but not the men themselves, not clearly. This preserved the idea that all intelligent and even vaguely attractive men were essentially good. Delusion detest focus and romance provides the veil.
So suddenly you are broken, just like ADHD It was all in my head, you said, you told me, Weak and sick and a dumb little c #&t. I don't believe you. They'll never believe you go to the police Stand up in court and go against me. They'll never believe you, you f #@king whore. I'm around forever, I'll keep giving you more. I've lost my connection, I can't hear you, I'm bored. I'm sure you'll blame it on a feminist roar. The good girls get proposed to, the bad ones die, You didn't take the time to find out which one was I. It's a political platform this female gaze. No longer your equipment, your object to own. I see you seeing me, but I'll no longer be what men want to see. I'm no empathy machine, Madonna or whore. I won't listen to your [email protected] #e stories anymore. Take back the privilege you lent with a huge ring. I want desire, the rage and to feel once again. People will hate me after this, but moving my body through the world without this silent rage, is worth more than your male gaze.
Be still; don't struggle so like a wild, frantic bird, that is rending its own plumage in its desperation." "I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being, with an independent will; which I now exert to leave you.
“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.”
I am Death. "Even YOU cannot stop change.." I'm taking back every part of myself and making a new day. New joy, new life.
I've held your hand since the day you were born little man, and I'll hold it if you need me until the day I die. ♥️
It was not Death, for I stood up, And all the Dead, lie down— It was not Night, for all the Bells Put out their Tongues, for Noon …