CHAPTER 1: WAKE UP
The morning light breaks through, bringing a glimmer of life to the motionless relics of these last few months. The room is deathly still while the rain gently taps against the window bringing a cleansing calm, a contemplative peace.
stories
18/01/24
You call her a monster, a lost soul or even an enigma. Her demeanour enters a room before she does, her body a mere vessel for the taboo their eyes perceive. She has been called a diva in the past but this name she has claimed, it's the name she has chosen for her. The embraced duality is exhilarating while exhausting, the power of “her” is always there, untamed and raw.
You call her a monster, a lost soul or even an enigma. Her demeanour enters a room before she does, her body a mere vessel for the taboo their eyes perceive. She has been called a diva in the past but this name she has claimed, it's the name she has chosen for her. The embraced duality is exhilarating while exhausting, the power of “her” is always there, untamed and raw.
The rain begins to pour now, beating hard against the window, pounding loudly like an unexpected guest desperate for entry. Laying still, the sound drowns the room, giving clarity to the moment, “Should I stop her? Do I really want her to live alongside me, never knowing her next move?”
Although possessive and consuming, she finds herself with a quiet wry smile at the thought of her, maybe it is time to let her in. Maybe now, she should wake up.
The rain begins to pour now, beating hard against the window, pounding loudly like an unexpected guest desperate for entry. Laying still, the sound drowns the room, giving clarity to the moment, “Should I stop her? Do I really want her to live alongside me, never knowing her next move?”
Although possessive and consuming, she finds herself with a quiet wry smile at the thought of her, maybe it is time to let her in. Maybe now, she should wake up.