Delicate, like a piece of lace; intricate, pure, perfect, only one of its kind. She falls to earth, released from the celestial, meeting the barren soil of family with stunning impact. Cut immediately from the heard, singular abuse applied; forced exile to a stark loneliness, invasive touch without any affection; no self save for others; identity intertwined with the ruthless. Yet somehow the soul survives and quickly hardens to the stupor of dead feelings. She surrenders her real self and begins in earnest the construction of a walled self, a structure filled with rage. Her sinister birthright, decided long before, consumes her radiance and mangles her interior beauty. Progressive and systematic assaults upon her body leave her psyche fragmented and vacant searching only for survival. There is no relief as the malignant attraction proceeds with stupefying regularity. This went on for years.
She grows older and leaves the terror of her home, armed with a fiercely disfigured intention; that will never happen again; someone is going have to pay. She moves onward, heart cloaked in the blindness of unconscious bitterness. The only touch she has known was forced upon her; an object. No caring, no real affection; loving has become a pitiless joke; a fairy tale, some hollywood contrivance, unreality. Grown into a physically attractive women, the currency she carries is her beauty, and she knows exactly what to do with it. Being fully aware of the power of her scent she learns to control and wield it; honed resentment, coiled hatred. She knows the object of her fury. Men. Now they are going to pay; and pay they will.
Along with her looks, she now has developed an acute sense to locate, attract and perpetrate upon those who were also perpetrated upon. Of course, they also innocent, but fair game for a hunter stalking a particular type of prey; soft, vulnerable, unconsciously tuned to her particular vibration.. One that matches her pain because it is their pain as well. She knows this intuitively and instinctively; a shared communion of anguish and abuse. These are not perpetrators but victims of the same fate. Finding candidates for her fury, childishly simple. Match part A to part B. An extremely callus preference, driven unconsciously by vengeance and desire for retribution. Given the men, her choice stunningly bitter; but easy pickens. Oh, so juicy, oh, so ripe. Automatic and inbred; like natural selection; nothing to it. A natural born killer.
The attention is focused as the target has been chosen; light touch here and there, laughter at inane jokes, feigned sensitivity, phony concern; the hook being set. Now the coquettish becomes a ravenous sexual animal. A technician of great expertise, imparting what appears to be love to the gullible and needy. For her targets are starved for such attention and drawn unaware by her sense of primal invitation.. The strategy being that they will fall in love with her and profess the same. Once this point has been reached, game over; all affection will be withdrawn, quickly and brutally; the feeling of betrayal shocking. The victim will be left to bleed; and bleed he will. She blithely moves on to the next target, warm in the satisfaction that a man was made to pay, and it was she who doled out that payment. Next...
A wounded child takes revenge upon another wounded child; what perfect injustice. Unconscious and asleep, her disfigured pathology such a odious savagery. Closed to all loving and true caring it is only her she takes retaliation against. The wound she operates out of poisons her being and shadows her soul. Her heart so distant, cold and vacant; she has become an untouchable. Death by a thousand cuts; her inflicted vengeance will ultimately destroy her; wake up my lost little girl. It may be too late. Keep in mind, that beauty is fleeting, and one day vanishes.
The attention is focused as the target has been chosen; light touch here and there, laughter at inane jokes, feigned sensitivity, phony concern; the hook being set. Now the coquettish becomes a ravenous sexual animal. A technician of great expertise, imparting what appears to be love to the gullible and needy. For her targets are starved for such attention and drawn unaware by her sense of primal invitation.. The strategy being that they will fall in love with her and profess the same. Once this point has been reached, game over; all affection will be withdrawn, quickly and brutally; the feeling of betrayal shocking. The victim will be left to bleed; and bleed he will. She blithely moves on to the next target, warm in the satisfaction that a man was made to pay, and it was she who doled out that payment. Next...
A wounded child takes revenge upon another wounded child; what perfect injustice. Unconscious and asleep, her disfigured pathology such a odious savagery. Closed to all loving and true caring it is only her she takes retaliation against. The wound she operates out of poisons her being and shadows her soul. Her heart so distant, cold and vacant; she has become an untouchable. Death by a thousand cuts; her inflicted vengeance will ultimately destroy her; wake up my lost little girl. It may be too late. Keep in mind, that beauty is fleeting, and one day vanishes.
April 2001 Please read "Introduction" for explanation
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I think I know this girl.
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