diary entry

A spider crawls above my head, spreading its seed ceremoniously, demonstrating its expansion. Rain tastes loosely in the air, summer kisses make up for the pain, i let my hair loose and tangled, the wild child my mother always feared. “You bite the hand that feeds you like a violent dog, but inside you’re just a little sensitive girl” she told me, scattered on the kitchen floor warning me of greedy men and their lustrous desires, a woman with regrets, her eyelids get heavy and her eyes luminous as she tells me of her demonic visions and familiar sorrows. Is love enough? I think our love can save the world. I wish upon a star and inhale smoke deeply until i cough, love doesn’t scare me i consume raw and direct, i feed seduction in the locked room. I have always been a bird flapping its wings, i lick away the uncertainty and swallow his doubts, i dine with gods and feast on youthful spirits among the immortals, who can stop me if i spend myself lavishly?