What Am I?

I am a woman who loves erotic horror,

Who enjoys seeing blood drip off of a curved body.

I am a woman who loves soft material,

Who prefers cashmere wool over silk fiber.

I am a woman who loves nature,

Who dries her dying flowers so a way to return it back to Earth.

I am a being who enjoys and embraces horror,

Who believes terror is ethereal.

I am a being who loves her own suffering,

Who cries and screams for enjoyment.

I am a being who doesn’t experience real emotions,

Who can easily love someone one minute and hate them the next.

I am something otherworldly,

Something that isn’t quite right.

I am something unnatural,

Something that can predict the future or reveal the truth through dreams.

I am something prodigious,

Something that is capable of creating authentic beauty

And something that is capable of creating pure savagery.