Considering Honesty: Is All Art?

Torture is your way. Maybe I deserve it for denial all these years. Maybe my ways have caught up with me. Freedom. Sweet freedom. Pain precedes relief. I have never hungered so completely, so all encompassing. I did not even know I needed you. Never thought I would. The moment the stone fell away and flesh was revealed, I was awestruck. I had no defense. You wrapped your thick fingers around my heart and tore it from my breast. My life from that moment on: a slow treacherous fall to the killing floor.