fff#76

my [later-than-ever-before] flash fiction friday #76; trigger: write [of] emptiness.

this like addiction, this never-ceasing need? addiction or obsession? both.
ritual taking to satisfy constant craving never fulfilled ever desirous of manifestation that evades, eternal, they say.
but who even know? they say i don’t exist and i here.
wanting.
with every breath.
the only thing i know is must-have.
so i take what i need. try to make what i need.
but destined, they say, to never succeed.
cavernous inside, abyss of melancholy, hole unfilled for eternity, creature created to fail, to seduce but never fully obtain, take but never gain, infinity of little deaths, never a single spark of life…
diablesse.
say my name.
call it for salvation
when you come
and i consume
your seed
wasted
mind broken
my heart, shattered, again
as if i somehow
didn’t know
what i am...

walk good.