Intrepid smut

by natashanelsonart

 

The closer I hold it to me, the further it takes me
Away from what might be ambition
My antidote and my life line
Am I a darling. No.
Trying never came so concentrated, throbbing.
I suppose if this performance convinces others…they will follow.
They did.
My god, I am naked. For the first time in my life.
Naked and vulnerable to the ones who I hide from for their own safety.
Like smut. Fantastic.
They know now. They know my smut. The shameless, undignified girl who breathes tar that was at one point a princess and in some form still is.
The princess evolved. The kind that dresses the part but lacks the poise. Always pink and fresh.
A miracle. A doubt to whom conceived me for their lack in ability to properly condition my philanthropy.
I am no longer a coward to my self attribution.
Onward the journey.

My bones visible and strong asking for what they overlook in times of accountability.

Being filled by something right.  Someone right.

For the first time in my life I want to wear lipstick for all the right reasons.

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