“Beauty instigates possession.”
The same way that a dog begs for scraps at the table or a man sinks to his knees for a woman who isn’t his. But he looks at her, at me, like she is, like I am. Beauty cannot spit in the eye of its beholder for fear of destruction, for fear of having to face life, to face the globe and the moon frowns down at me as I destroy myself for the love of a man.
[Written November 26th, 2016 & inspired by We All Looked Up]