Your Undoing. / by OSD.

You are...shaking. A loop plays over in your mind. Again... again... again...

Nerves? Exhilaration? Or the volatile reaction to my presence searing the edges of your consciousness? You never saw it coming.  

All the minute forces, the sticky glue that previously sustained your world disintegrating into the void. There is nothing to be done.

Your unraveling is inescapable. It's only just begun. The initiation is swift. Your trajectory is inevitable.

When I think of how your mind spins, the corners of my lips turn up. First one. Then the other.

Poor little creature. Welcome to your undoing. 

 

Two can play this game. 
xo, Bardot.