Torn

[Mistress Dalisay]

The slow tear of something unseen echoes.

Numbness settles, but the sound refuses escape.

A dumbfounded curiosity stains your face… I’ve noticed.

I’ve witnessed that look countless times before.

Adrift in a fog, all else fades into irrelevance.

Something will drag you back, but not without consequence.

You will not return as you once were.

A truer form now takes hold.

A longing for a different taste begins to linger insatiably.

Simply living to be torn.

[AioriaRegulus]

This provides a brief but vividly clear window into a scene in progress and the evolving emotions and feelings that come with it. Very well done Mistress.