Shiva

I’ve come to the point of making a decision. One that clears the way with the same gravitas as Moses parting the Red Sea. The point in the film to which the music swells

And then cuts off

and all is slow and silent

and still.

Ominous

The room is filled with carbon monoxide and someone just entered the scene with nothing but a single solitary match.

My once-friend and former beloved now my perfect match only in hatred and fear.

Standing before me with an all-knowing grin.

The smile of destruction.

Out of which I am expected to build my life

from this moment onward.

My enemy is only that

through the suspenseful story-telling.

Creator in my head.

The enemy is me. The

enemy is that

Creator.

The Shiva.

Creator through destruction.

And I know Shiva plans to unravel all I’ve wound up in my perfect little world

on the page

Shiva will strike the match and set the page, the room, my world, my mind

Ablaze

The ashes will be my product…my baby. Ashes are easier to care for than skyscrapers

and castles and rare works of art long outdated and only appreciated for their age regardless of lack of beauty and truth.

Yes, all of that will be gone. Destroyed.

Burned to the ground int he depths of my soul with the smoke rising to the surface.

A murky inner being.

Working on a new creation in the shadows where I thrive.

This is the destruction I’ve been awaiting

with an erotic fetish-like anxiety.

About to undress before an old lover I keep coming back to because he knows just how rough I like it and won’t be gentle and wont tell me he loves me. But will fuck me to destruction

and leave me alone in

a pool of my own lonliness

where I feel the most vulnerable and thus the most creative and the most attractive

I will then ask Shiva to fuck me again. But he won’t.

I will beg him and he will laugh as

he saunters away

out of the ashes and through the smoke

into the dark of the dungeon where I keep him until I need his penetrating

Fire

to burn a hole in my Sacred Art of Existence.

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