Master

You have only this moment to decide.

Are you still thinking?

Too late. My hands are already around your neck. I can feel your breath catch under my fingers, your heartbeat against my palms, the heat of your skin a warm reminder of the life I hold. In that moment of hesitation, I saw the truth and made the decision for you.

It is dangerous, this game we play. The rules are silent and each move is made in the space of a breath (if breathing were to be allowed).

To your knees you are driven, my hands implacable, immovable. My voice has become your voice, your thoughts. I am over you, beside you, inside of you, willing your body into a state of expectancy and readiness. The gift I am to bestow on you requires complete compliance. I leave no room for regret in the process, only the determination.

Are you with me yet?

Try harder.

Put yourself in that space. It does not matter if you close your eyes. The words brand themselves into the darkness you seek to hide within. The only guideposts in a land empty of meaning, they lead you to the same place everytime. You dress yourself in the clothe of routine, theĀ face of the familiar. You seek to numb yourself with the practiced ease in which you greet those who think they know, but it is the comfort of the condemned.

For you, my hand is steady and my knives are sharp. For you, I will cut quickly, so that the nerve endings remain intact. I want you to feel what is under your skin, under the protective lining of your beliefs.

Still not there?

You are not subliminated or subsumed. You are measured, manipulated, and made. You are the paintbrush of an artist, the words of a poet, the inspiration of a visionary. You are drawn, written, believed in.

You are a sin to indulge in, a moment to be experienced, an implement of intent. You are a skill underused, but often practiced. You are my craft in form, my faith derived, my artform, my belief, my self.

You are my mastery.

3 thoughts on “Master”

  1. Thank you, D’Jaevle. I believe the word I was so desperately seeking last night was, “INTENSE”!

  2. I cannot find words adequate to express the power of this post. You are a true Master and somewhere there is a fortunate woman, who knows this, who knows you, and I can but envy her deeply.

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