That’s right, I said it. FUCK YOU.
Dressed happy and cheery with your pretty pink coat and sprinkled jewelry, showing off your flawless curve, taunting everyone who lacks a perfect form.
An evil temptress – teasing everyone strolling by, screaming “Look at me! Yeah baby, stare. You know you want me – you can’t resist me.”
Queen of all -overflowing with superiority, flaunting your wares, confident none of your peers will outshine your bedecked body and steal your glory.
Cunning huntress – seducing all into your web, allowing no escape – your prey helpless once ensnared.
Greedy Goddess – striking the strong and willful to their knees with only a glance, converting those who once renounced you.
Sneaky siren -singing your magical scent to travelers unlucky enough to cross your path – luring them with the sweet call none can resist.
You pulled me in with a glimpse, my eyes only for you. You captured me in your net, holding me prisoner. You wielded your power, demanding my worship. You tantalized me with your scent, shredding my resolve to dust.
You forced me to want you, to desire you. My mind screamed to flee, predicting the path of destruction to follow. I ignored it, deaf to its cries, already lost under your spell.
I claimed you for my own, convinced with you inside me, I would be happy and satiated.
I’m still hungry.
I labeled this fiction. Now if it was a “hot now” Krispy Kreme doughnut, it would be nonfiction. 🙂
Please leave constructive criticism. I know this is an atypical piece, but I still crave feedback. Did I do a good job avoiding passive voice? Did I show, not tell? Anything you would change.
Sorry for the cursing. It isn’t my typical “voice, but I explain why here if interested. The doughnut totally deserved it.