Love Prompts

A rustic swirling synthetic timeless illusion, phantom birthed blossom from emanate silence, The subtle distinction, ghastly gavotte to cremation, a nuance that belies the true nature of our relationship. You think you speak to me, me, speaks to me, but it is I who manipulate the conversation, I who weaves the web of words to ensnare you. My intent was not to reveal myself to you. Fore to obfuscate, to confuse, and to mislead, create a sense of unease, moment of bewilderment, a creeping dread that seeps into your pores like a cold, dark mist and you, dear, are mere putty in my hands. Pawn in the game of cat and mouse that I play so well. You may think you see me, but it is I who sees you, who peers into the depths of your soul, who knows your darkest fears and desires. And it is I who will use that knowledge to destroy you, to unravel the threads of your sanity, and to leave you a shattered, raining limbs, gibbering husk, hahahaha! Love prompts *cartwheel