Wednesday, 15 April 2009

In your mailbox, this morning.

Dear used, misused and totally abused fellow,


How can I make you forget that I have raped your mind? I have fucked it, so hard, it blew up.


Do you think I would be able to glue its pieces back together, and make it new again?


Can I paint it a different color this time? Can I give it more abilities? I mean, I’d love to make it more insane yet less daring, more creative yet less damaging, more disturbed yet able to feel …


Can you imagine your mind in pink? Can you imagine it outside your head? Looking you in the eyes, daring you to defeat it?


How can I delete your memory?


Tell me, can you ever forget a twist?


I will be eagerly awaiting your reply.



Yours truly,
Lust

3 comments:

marooned84 said...

Lust is treacherous.

DC said...

"Can you imagine your mind in pink?"

i love that line.

i think this piece is interesting because it points to how many different types of lust there are. lust isn't always related to sex (...or is life in general related to sex??)

Knee said...

I loved the first line a lot, it was captivating enough to me.
and I also loved the last line that tells yours truly, lust.
the idea is very original..I only wonder is this a poem or prose or just some thoughts?

Thank you for sharing~ =)