I feel a vague gnawing within me. Above my stomach, below my heart. It's a crafty and deft manipulator, this hunger.
There's a little gap there. A tiny singularity that can't be filled. Only fed the sacrifices of broken things to satiate it for a while.
I smell the sickeningly sweet tang of vulnerability across both space and void. I feel the neurochemistry beckon to me, as a lover's mating croon.
My nostrils flare slightly. My head snaps to. My eyes opaque and white with lust.
This is the scent that entices me. Pheromones of susceptibility.
I inhale the essence of instability in great diaphragmatic gulps. I feel my sinuses desiccate. The softwiring in my brain flares in primal response.
My higher reasoning does not try to deter it.
I cannot make the distinction whether this unslakable thirst for passionate insanity is what I Desire, or Deserve.
I cannot be a Hero without a Damsel. I must remember that though I consider myself the predator, I hunt a toxic and dangerous game.
11:21 p.m. - 2014-05-28
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