Some find comfort in the pursuit of love, wealth, and social standards. I am a dealer of words. The creation of stories that pour from my veins is the only high I seek. Graphic details that litter my brain with filth, deception, and despair create the keys’ loveliest taps. When you close your eyes, do you see the darkness, or is that when your world comes to life. A masterpiece lives in my soul, and yet, is the world ready for my form of art? One stroke of the key and down that invisible rabbit hole I fall. Come with me? #writingcommunity #writer #writersofinstagram
He traced his fingers over her soul, her heart pleading for relief. The ache inside of her core ravishing her with tiny carvings of their memories into her velvet walls. She pleaded for mercy, but he would never allow the heat to dim, knowing the more she needs, the deeper she falls. A finger to beacon, the kitten will always follow, her lips parched for another drink of his sweet cream. Come little kitten, don’t fear the unknown. A collar is what you seek, and a pet is what I desire. One little taste is all you will ever need.#writingcommunity #writer #writersofinstagram
A pretty little puppet, placed in a cage, no strings to bind, but the emotional walls held her tight. He fed her lies, each one more devious than the last, addicting her with his malicious drugs. As constricting as ropes, his words pulling her to the brink of destruction as he tied the noose around her neck. As her soul grew dangerously obese, he laughed with the shriek of the carnival barker calling forth the crowds. “Look at what happens when you overindulge. Disgusting little pig ate all my lies, and now she wants me to save her soul. Jump!” #writingcommunity #writer #writing #writersofinstagram
