Mistress Illness
You must have a way about you.
Powerfully present yet illusive. Total capture of an often arbitrary
victim whilst you lay with them, rolling around, toppling normalcy and
consuming more and more of a person until they emerge a patient. Your tryst
leaves them wondering if they still have traces of you left lingering. Even in
your absence you steal away all the attention. The patient inside the person
becomes his new identity.
A man’s thoughts constantly drift back to you, wondering if this or that littlest sensation is a sign of your return, of your still demanding and transforming presence.
You are not beautiful or loving, so what is this way about
you?
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