It was a dust storm that stirred the room, whipped through her dreams and crossed them over into nightmares and memories.
She felt naked without it. The collar.
Yet she felt stronger. This was how she was meant to be. The Sphinx.
Unleashed. Unbound. Untamed.
In the shatter illusion of broken mirages she saw them all. Personified and Idolized.
The Rain Dancer - Her Midnight Tear.
The Raven - Dark Feather at her Soul.
The Hunter - Black Silk at her flesh.
Rex - Lion claiming heart
The Nameless One- Whisper at her mind
The Hypnotist - Spark in the spirit.
They all claimed her heart, spirit, her body in one form or fashion. The Sphinx would understand then that if a heart broke it might shatter into a thousand pieces left to scatter and drift on a desert wind.
Some would capture those pieces and hold them. Claim them.
She would not be the same. All of them held her... and she would hold them in return.
Beloveds claimed.
She felt naked without it. The collar.
Yet she felt stronger. This was how she was meant to be. The Sphinx.
Unleashed. Unbound. Untamed.
In the shatter illusion of broken mirages she saw them all. Personified and Idolized.
The Rain Dancer - Her Midnight Tear.
The Raven - Dark Feather at her Soul.
The Hunter - Black Silk at her flesh.
Rex - Lion claiming heart
The Nameless One- Whisper at her mind
The Hypnotist - Spark in the spirit.
They all claimed her heart, spirit, her body in one form or fashion. The Sphinx would understand then that if a heart broke it might shatter into a thousand pieces left to scatter and drift on a desert wind.
Some would capture those pieces and hold them. Claim them.
She would not be the same. All of them held her... and she would hold them in return.
Beloveds claimed.