succubus

i’m so tired
of these feelings of desperation
these terrible
needs
for connection
what is real?
what is longing?
& what is just a big chasm
something intrinsically wrong
with me?
a hole in me
a black succubus of love
any warm body
will do.

 
© quixotic mama 2018
for more of my art & writings, go to quixotic mama
the image is an original ink drawing/ink brush painting by me

7 Comments Add yours

  1. emje says:

    Reblogged this on Quixotic Mama.

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  2. Nitin says:

    I can really relate to this piece. Well written.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. emje says:

      thank you! i went to edit it & add to it but decided i liked it just the way it was.

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  3. tara caribou says:

    This is perfect. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with wanting love. I do too.

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    1. emje says:

      i have so many issues with love. layers & layers. a fear of being my mom is at the top–she is a severe co-dependent. bleah. i had the message all through my childhood of “you are nothing without a man” so i rebelled & scorned love…but do still want it…then hate myself because i think i am weak…bleah.
      issues!! (luckily i love to write about it–haha)

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      1. tara caribou says:

        Totally. I get that.

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  4. Connection. We all crave and need it, this speaks to chronic loneliness and taking what we can get when we don’t get what we need.

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