She delved into the history of every man that she had encountered, the logic behind it is unbeknownst.

Creating an ambience of false power, She fed of the insignificance of her acquaintances remorseful mistakes.

"A twisted defense-mechanism or an uncanny need for controversiality?", The aftermath of her poorly hidden investigation once said.

As an adolescent she would sharply observe her mothers routine that is of utter meditation and self-loath, her mother kept asserting the understanding that a life without a dependable partner is a life of peace, Tranquility.

Surely it was the insecurities speaking.

"Love is an exterminated ploy" She would frequently mutter,  it was just a phenomenon manufactured by a cult of demoralized men seeking to shatter hearts of fragile women.

Resurrected by forms of art that exceeded her toxicity flourishingly, Fingertips of fire that were fondling the wrong set of organisms, Devising storms with her inherited charisma.

Demolishing normality with ways only she could comprehend.

"I will be gentle, I'm not like the others"

Oh, The dependable reassured tone can only mean so little.