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.