Thanatos and Eros

I am cold, hard, depersonalized, libidinal apathy. I am dripping rancid nectar: a little girl with nothing between her thighs. A lack of sex drive. A lack of life drive. Try to get me wet. Can you touch someone who can’t feel and make them want you? You can’t make me want you because I don’t want. Try to tinker with me. Try to manipulate me. I view you in the same butchered and lifeless way as you do. Like meat. Like momentary amusement. The thrill of the chase and the ecstasy of the execution is so much better than the flesh itself. You won’t be enough. You don’t want to seduce a person who does not truly understand what it means for organisms to coexist.  I am a female void, I am a black hole, and I will consume you forever in unfulfilled cosmic intercourse.