Flash Fiction: Femme Fatale

A woman is more dangerous than a loaded pistol!

Jealousy and possessiveness were never me!
Until the sexual energy intensified and love became potent.
We are attracted to each other like an unmistakable chemical element that needs its atomic bonds to be its self.

I never knew sex is like a bridge that carries us into other dimensions.
our energy is a tantric union of two spiritual beings;acting like demonic forces erupting from a hidden world. He possessed me, not by my own human choice.
Trust me, it wasn’t by my own Free-Will that I longed for someone.

I cued in to “Adorn You” and we got carried to ecstasy as if it’s the first time that Man has stepped foot in Pluto. Like a nuclear fusion bursting its mass energy our emotions clashed together Fifty Shades Darker, if you know what I mean.
twin-flame soul or not, I’m obsessed!

Volcanic emotional reactions has its flaws,which left a simmering heat of love_hate between us.
I was left broken-hearted, and emitted a black-body of volcanic chaos internally.
He said to me, “It’s because I’m in love with her.”
“I don’t think you know what love is, I screamed inside.

They say you should live life with no regrets.
What about when life pulls its rugs from under your feet,robs you of your happiness,
and then you are clouded with circumstances?

Revenge Surfaces!

Pleasure or pain, loss or gain, praise or blame—all the same!_Taoism

Fashion Is My Therapy

“You can’t depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus.” Mark Twain

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“Today, at the office meeting, they saw how wrinkled my pants looked. The threads strung upright from the seams on the bottom of my pants. I asked my wife to press on each pleat on the bottom, and to remove the lint. She shouldn’t have washed my work pants with her wool jacket, but she was running late for work. The thought of lint hanging loosely on my pants oozed saliva from my teeth, filling my mouth. My embarrassment was inevitable, life suddenly began pulsating through my veins,and all access was denied to my imagination who was in search of a reason to go on conducting the meeting.

I bolted from the meeting room to the bathroom feeling unnerved by the mirror on the wall swallowing my image. My hand curled into a fist crushing itself through the cracked surface. Like a flash of thunder strike the glass shattered, and each of my breath felt heavy hearted. I pounded harder to squash the sensations I felt inside my chest. Pain only surfaced once more in the face I masked, and fear crept into my consciousness. I am of very dark complexion with a hint of red which I saw as a burnt brick tone etched with wrinkles. It lacked a purposeful expression,but remains buried in deep sleep in my mind. The unnecessary skin that has found itself a home around my neck was covered with an Italian high collar, and a two button band for closure. No one saw the staggered skin that have folded with time. I’ve camouflaged myself with elegance and sophistication to hide my depression, and body imperfections.

My nephew says he wants to be like me. To be seen as expensive, and sophisticated, and feared for his ability to project power and dominion. “You think clothes does that to a person, I asked jokingly. “Yes!” he says proudly. I couldn’t deny his response, I am a hypocrite, all those years I have been possessed by fashion, without it, I am always in search of my true identity. When I’m not up to date with trends I find myself in search of a deeper meaning for my life, my purpose driven life which still remains a mystery to me. Yet, with an overpowering obsession to remain trendy,sophisticated, and well mannered I suffer from not knowing why I must always look like a gift well wrapped up for the public. Fashion has been that cathartic release from the naked emptiness I feel from my insecurities, to shine as a prominent person in the eyes of others. As a buyer for highend retailers, fashion is akin to a religious experience when I’m in fashion shows. My entrance into mystical ecstasy because my imperfections are not visible. It remains nonexistent as long as I’m clothed in the finest of fabrics.

Minutes passed before I regained myself. I called for the custodian to clean up the shattered mirror on the floor. When I pulled the bathroom door to leave, I overheard a couple of females that were at the board meeting in the hall saying, “wow,did you see what he wore?” I saw her pause for a second to catch her breath. Her friend knotted her head and said, “he is always fashionable, and is well mannered. I bet he has great confidence,and wealth.”

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