【My Goddess】

I looked into those glossy eyes, convincing myself a reflection was living despite evidence of motionless pupils and tear-less natures. I hoped to see myself through the window to her thoughts, only struck with the empty void of absorbed light, unconscious reactions to my mood, uplifting voice. Lie after lie, I gave more to myself, for if said with enough passion and repetition—I’d never mind the original fallacy, overwritten by a prophecy never to be fulfilled.

I didn’t ask for much, yet I asked nonetheless, for something I desired not—an appeasement to a goddess making no effort to care for her subject, grant visions or gifts. No, with an iron fist she grasps hold of the heart, and slowly suffocates under the guise of nurturing love.