Sunlight pierces through the cream colored curtains, and for several minutes, I lose myself in memories I cannot grasp, and I wonder what happened this time in my dreams, because, lately, they’re more active, more real than my life. I’m conscious. Testing. Testing. I’m back in this world. Here, I feel exhausted. Resting is strenuous… Continue reading If I could only forget how to breathe…
Tag: bed sheets
X.x One night of pleasure… My last night of pain… x.X
The tip of the blade, dancing up and down across my soft, vulnerable flesh. Barely touching me, sending shivers up my spine. Inching down my face, playing with my lips. Finally, a small cut is made on one side of my stomach. It doesn’t hurt, only a tiny sting. Then once again, I feel the… Continue reading X.x One night of pleasure… My last night of pain… x.X
Obsidian Nightmares
The temptation of sleep wraps its chains hard around you and drags you deep into its own world, construed. Reverences of monsters yield forms much too true, suspending your blood while your mind forces through.