Ghost&Prey

Your time is running out…

It’s not what you do. Definitely it’s not what you say — in all honesty, if I’d ever trusted your words I’d be dead already. It’s not even what you look like. It’s the damn spark. The click. The frigging zing.

It’s my skin remembering your light touch, so slow, so torturing. It remembers the kisses you trailed down. It remembers the slight tremors they caused. It remembers the way my heart sped up to a very unlady-like ragged style — probably even inhuman — as your warm breath collided like lava against ice-cold rocks. I found out I wasn’t the hunter, but the prey.

And. I. Fought. You. Back.

This is what happens when an uncontrollable force meets an unmovable object. CHAOS.

There is a magical connection amongst the chaos.

And, as my teacher from Trends&Sociology says, without chaos there can be no change, and without change there is no growth.

I may have grown from this. For sure, I’ve changed. I’ve seen my perfect plan crumble and crash to the floor with such an epicness I even listened to the music among the shattered pieces. Victory.

Maybe I just found the secret order within the chaos, the beauty, the perfection. I found the essence. I found my essence.

I simply found myself.

As clear as water. Still water. I found the balance. You can’t even imagine the big-as-ever smile on my face right now.

Yes, I could use some of your kisses. I could use your big pretty hands all over my body. I could use each single one of your abilities anytime, in any place. Any.

But I won’t.

I don’t care about the zing. I don’t care about the connection. I don’t care anymore. I. Don’t. Care.

I will keep repeating that until I’m done. Until you’re out of here, out of my mind, forever. You’re just a ghost now, and my memory will keep tricking me until I kill you there. Until I stab you right through the heart with a playful smile — you’ll never see me coming. (I’m aware I just ripped off The Mandarin, what a pro haha).

The first time you snapped me like a puppet and I moaned in pleasure. Truth be told, I don’t think you’ll be feeling any pleasure when I’m done with you. You haven’t seen the worst of me just yet, but I’m pretty sure yesterday made you feel out of your game, right?

Then I’ll become your ghost. Only this time…

You. Will. Never. Get. Rid. Of. It.

Revenge, my dear, is always about pacience. I was never the stupid little girl you thought I was. I was a little snake, learning my way through the world. I feel sorry for you, there’s no little snake anymore. You get to face the dragon.

I’d tell you to run, but you’ve already fallen in my trap, stupid little prey.