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A moment and then another

I only exist in the space of the other. My strength, my joy, my love - We are the moments we share.

I have no title, no absolutes, no fixed adornment. I am not submissive in the sense that it is in me and absent in another. I am what I am at the time that I am. I am submissive to all and to no one. I submit to the world in complete faith of its wisdom, acceptance, love and deliverance.

I cannot be defined in absolutes but can be labelled with qualifiers just for common understanding and no more - ever disrupting, ever changing, ever subsiding, ever becoming.

I grow into another and another. Or is it that I strip down to become less and less.
1 year ago. October 15, 2022 at 9:34 AM

The bite of pain looks good on my flesh

It looks good on my face

At the time and yet mostly it is the memory

The ghost of pain - the absence - that I most revel in

My breasts most present and beautiful in their state of aching memory and desire

To feel alive, to feel the bite, and the ghost of


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