9 Faces,9 Personalities,9 Lives Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

The upturned, mischievous, dark green color-changing eyes
The way she rolled from one side of the bed to the next, lazily stretching and extending her arms, releasing her palms; invisible claws
That same calm only in real madness
One flinch and those hands would become deadly, fatal.
She was able to take your eyes out in a flash!
Yet, her vulnerability, those child-like cuddles, and other gestures.
How you wanted to maul her! But it was then she became void, absent.
You often questioned; was it all a dream?
Her existence, I mean.
Aloof, independent, desiring nothing, requiring everything.
You wondered, did she even breathe and eat like other humans?
Some days passed that you were confident she didn't.
Sometimes she appeared on a smokescreen.
It was then, that she never once needed you or anyone for a meal, some water.
Yet, in an instant, she required desperately to be held, she craved for you to comfort her, whisper how much you loved her, to tell her you would always own her, be her master.
And what did she love the most?
Wearing a collar with your name dangling from it and letting the world know it was you, who in fact, possessed her.
And how you longed to both desecrate and pamper her.
Those contradictions keeping you intoxicated for as far back as you can recall.
Although, again, it's hard to recall because of her illusory nature.
One thing you remember vividly is her proclivity for living untamed.
And ironically, it was that wild quality which made you desire her most. And in desiring her so desperately, how you wanted nothing more to plant her inside a beautiful cage.

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