“Well, you already know what it means to hide an Ace or a Joker among the cards…” I tossed a veiled barb at an alpha, hoping my insinuation would land, perhaps even shock him. I watched him loading his reply like a weapon:  1. If he went sexual → he…

I saw him and read his thought before the game even began; in the background purred “Blood Runs Cold” by Is It Sunday?, that seductive jazz.  His thought: “She’s definitely a 10.” That remark disappointed me faintly—“Still scoring when my language is pure energy”😮‍💨   The last rating I received…

It is as though modern love arrived with subtitles in Arial 12: “Here comes the part where we feign surprise.” No longer flirtation—corporate ritual..   – Phase 1: “What do you listen to on “Spotify”?”  (Translation: Do you fit my algorithm?) – Phase 2: “I love to travel.”  (Translation: I…

“Drama is the dopamine of the hollow soul.” Tonight I am not alone; I linger in a masquerade of phantoms… all cloaked in personas conjured by the grand theater of existence. Me? I have donned the guise of Lilith—yes, I know what you think: this figure is irony made flesh,…

That morning cloaks my skin as usual—I had to once again keep the sunlight from touching me, had to seem normal… Silences always weigh heavy… the society progresses, but consciousness does not—they only upgrade the toys, they don’t care about your essence. There’s an ancient spirit within each of us…

My voice through the shadows, carries the weight of centuries and a quiet disdain for the mundane.  To stand so close to them allows me to blend into their midst—or perhaps they mistake me for one of their own… to feel… oh, that primitive, tantalizing trap I have learned that…

A seductive murmur that glides like beauty, laden with an ancient and dangerous magnetism, was heard. The poles, always drawn to each other, never meet—Those emotional bombs, impregnated with a toxic scent… Desire, oh so primal, is like breath you can’t hold, a sigh that burns the lungs… it was…

I wandered near the river as I gazed upon the sunset, hearkening to whispers as if my soul were bidding farewell.  When the heavens had nigh succumbed to darkness, there I lingered still… seated, pondering what the sky might mean, stripped bare of all the tales it imparts.  Then, of…

In the salon, the air was thick, laden with whispers that didn’t belong to any living voice.   Surrounded by candles, they trying to force the darkness to hush, there I was, moving through glimmers born of the darkness itself, denying evil as a god and good as a martyr……

This week, someone asked me what my favorite time to travel is, and I told them I adore the night… 🧛‍♀️ Moreover, I added a new philosophy to my eternal book: “No salvation, no damnation, just the cruel mercy of truth.” —kimV. Truth is a poisoned gift, a mercy that…