Splinter

Disgust.
You disgust me.
Your arrogance and your superiority. Your certainty that you're better than me.
That you can always win.
Your supercilious presence makes me retch.
How dare you think you can control me. You little manipulator.
Do you think one kiss claims me as yours? Do you think that the scent of your skin is so intoxicating, that those jeweled eyes of yours are insurmountable? Do you think your beauty saves you?
So wrong. So very, very wrong.
I lay beneath you and you believe me conquered.
Fool.
I am never conquered by you.
You have seen to that, with your petty games and your self-centered truths. Your corrosive attention.
You mark me as yours.
And you can't even see into the mind you've tainted, to see the new fiery force of raw and bleeding hell you've unleashed.
Such a pity.




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