Born into chaos, she knew only pain. How could she thrive there and not go insane?
Her family was sick with generational disease, so they spread their depravity with the greatest of ease.
She left home, at age 18, looking for hope. The world offered her none, so she learned how to cope.
This is the message, the haunting confession…she tends to her scars as she chooses her conquests. Everyone has potential, a friend or a foe, so she waits with loaded weapon to see who will step in.
She married a man with cut-off emotions, and bloated ego, infectious like impetigo. For sport and public view, he cut her self-worth into pieces, and unleashed his bride’s gangster caprices.
She flew home that day, and waited like a spider. He drove home for hours to confront and destroy the willfulness inside her.
But what he found was a sleeping giant. She raged and he shrank as the fear grew inside him. For an hour, she worked him and he sobbed the whole time. She watched, it felt good, his pain was sublime as her monster sucked the life from his eyes.
Power consumed her. She didn’t want the fun to end and it didn’t matter, because he was not her friend. She pushed her pedal of fury and crushed his heart, his will, his mind. The day their stars aligned, his fate was unkind. In a last desperate measure, he punched his fist through glass, and now there are scars where their love didn’t last.
This is the message, the haunting confession…she tends to her scars as she chooses her conquests. Everyone has potential, a friend or a foe, so she waits with loaded weapon to see who will step in.
Twenty years later, he wears her scars. His relationships all failed. He never quite regained his confidence after she left her mark, a ghost from the dark, a reluctant practitioner of the blackest art, roaming this earth with fires to start, never to part with the pain in her heart…who will be her next mark?
This is the message, the haunting confession…she tends to her scars as she chooses her conquests. Everyone has potential, a friend or a foe, so she waits with loaded weapon to see who will step in.
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