dreaxistential

37 | M | writer

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My gun is my pen

and

My pen is my gun

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Through books we communicate across time and space.

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Everything was right there, obvious and unknowable.

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Just be.

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I was always watching her.

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She was scared, and I found that arousing.

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Travel is as important for the mind as it is the body.

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When I tightened the ropes, the look on her face mesmerized me. Fear blossomed in her eyes like orchids. I had to take it all in. It wasn't just how the ropes accentuated her curves, or the way they pressed into her soft skin, pomegranate bruises already ripening. It was the way the ropes rendered her immobile. Vulnerable. Caught. She was like fruit at the market, wrapped in mesh, ready for consumption. And the sight of her made me wildly, ravenously hungry.

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I couldn't love her the way she needed, so I loved her my way.

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It’s in the things she leaves behind.

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In all the days and nights and names and faces, it was always you.

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I wanted to own her mind as well as her body, so I gave her books.

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It was violent, her effect on me.

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Field Team to Control. We have a visual on the target. She is leaving her house. She is alone. She is unaware of our presence. The abduction window is open. Beginning operation now.

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I will teach you what you need to know.

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This air in my lungs

feels new

Like a tether I’ve lost

to the weight of you

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I want you to feel safe.