arouse me with your tempting eyes and fill all my holes with the intensity of your stares
make me come with you in ways only your sick intelligence and eerie heart could create
feed me with your fond lies slowly wrapping my soul in each word of your sweet and raspy voice
please me with your godly existence and persuade me to stay at the heaven of your choice
You visit me often like a dream I cannot pronounce
A thought I keep pushing once the curtains are down
The heart that was sleeping decided to run about
It fell in a trap and now the home can’t be found
You became shadows I chase all through the night
Dancing in the darkness until my eyes turn blind
You transformed a sin into a sweet hobby of mine
The pleasure is within and the guilt is out of sight
But don’t let me hold you when the right time comes
For you are the secret that my heart can’t pronounce
Daily Post’s Evasive Action. [Photo]
The girl is bored. She wants to fly, run away, escape, and be free from all the limitations preventing her to live her life the way she wants to.
A life full of sins and wrongdoings.
She pictures herself stealing some rope down her best friend’s hardware store and tying the man, who sexually assaulted her, naked on a tree with the constrictor knot she just learned doing. That would be the bravest (and stupidest) thing she’s ever done and the most fulfilling revenge she could think of.
A life centered to herself.
She won’t just listen anymore. Gone are the times when she will put her responsibilities first than what she truly wants to do. The guilt building inside her will be forgotten. Her pleasure is more important than the honor she brings to her family.
A life outside this four walled room.
She fancies signing an apartment lease in another country where she can be anything she desires to be. Don’t get her wrong, she loves her room so much as it is the only thing she considers home; but sometimes you have to leave home, and find another one.
The dull sound of the bell that signifies dinner’s ready rang three times, pulling her back to the present. Today’s traveling to the future is a good one, thought the bored seventeen year old girl.
What a life!
Writing 101’s Task: A story in a single image & Recreate a single day.
Bittersweet Sensations 