BEFORE THE STORM

VISCERAL MADNESS

TELL ME—

how calculatingly equivocal i am in everything i do, honey. imply to me just how needlessly inadequate i am.

turn me into cursed stardust; rip out my voice and lock it inside pandora's forsaken box; light me on fire and watch the scorching flames devour me; contaminate my treasured heart and metamorphose it into soft fragments of negligence and despair; place me in a shiny, ivory casket and shower it with dried rose petals in the color of my blood; watch me assimilate your candor with a melancholy expression on my face—

—and hold your unyielding ground as i struggle not to crumble to mine.

REMIND ME—

how explicitly nefarious i make you, baby. proclaim just how flawlessly exasperating i am.

taunt my indisputable vulnerability and hail blasphemy as loudly as you possibly can; chortle at my futile attempts at withholding the fundamentally heavy sobs from breaking free; release more vociferous roars until it shatters the very earth we reside on; shower me with hellfire and insults of deep and transcendent malice; drown me in serpent venom and throw fine silver blades at my heaving chest; push me over the periphery of this immortal world—

—and facilitate the descent to my ultimate destruction.

SHOW ME—

how much malevolence you have for me, tiger. illustrate just how extraordinarily pathetic i am.

draw an unforgiving hand capriciously across my tear-stained cheeks; send me to the floor with continuous blows to my trembling insides; jolt me ruthlessly while i'm inferior and don't refrain until your feet begin to ache; place yourself on top of me and beam at the visible pain and dread my azure eyes are reflecting; tear the clothes off my delicate figure and press me ferociously against the worn out carpet; forcibly separate my legs and make your merry way up my trembling thighs; hold me down as i wail and plead for sweet mercy; ravish me relentlessly like the conqueror you so clandestinely are—

—and keep going until there's nothing left of me to destroy.