A moment of reflective narcissism is always healthy.
I have been named Darkness, as a term of endearment.
I have been said to be an itch that one cannot scratch.
I go to extremes in no direction,
but do so quite intensely.
I long to vomit poisons from stranger's candies, but know that I never will.
I have obsessions and urges of a feral nature.
And I like it.
I'm a fucking good woman, and a woman good at fucking.
I glow from a place you haven't explored yet, but have always longed to do so.
And you'll let me through your forcefield with ease
because you know these things already.
