This is a thought experiment, brought on by a friend's post on Facebook. It gave me a reason to think about my own experience.
It will be used in the main story, eventually...
Dark confession
I am bruised and battered.
My hands are bloodied.
My mind is a tempest and I am on the precipice.
The wind starts howling. It is whipping at my face, not that I can see anything.
It is pitch black and the void is staring right back into my soul.
The air is so heavy, that breathing is a chore.
I can’t step back.
My skin feels tight. My flesh aches. My eyes pound inside my head.
There is no going back.
Headfirst I jump into the abyss, half expecting to be smashed against the rocks.
Yet, it shrouds me, it embraces me and I welcome it.
It is quiet. It is dark. I am floating.
In the nothingness, I see you.
I know you. I see myself in you.
You are beautiful, but I am repulsive.
You are mine to pleasure and to torment.
With each kiss, I tear your skin open.
With each caress, I rend your flesh.
With every thrust, I break your bones.
I have healed you and I have killed you a thousand times over
You don’t fight back, you never do.
I am no god, but I mould you to my whim.
Your heart, a rock, I take it.
I break it, I stitch it back together.
I water it and the blood flows once more.
The chisel in your hand, you shape me.
You impart your beauty on the wretch that I am.
The darkness may be no stranger, but it has no hold over you.
I open my eyes to see the Sun shining through the clouds.
My hands are clean. My mind is clear.
A new dawn arrives
