A past life like no other, a virtual reality turned upside down…
The vague remnants of what is now so distant that it feels like ketamine. It comes back to her, as a song floating in her mind, gravity-less...
Soft as a feather. Soothing as a mother. Contained like anger. All that you have been assigned to be, 𝙋𝙄𝙉𝙆.
No rhetorical propositions allowed for you are a paragon. YOU, must set exemple. Your embodiment is your prison. The suffering incarnated. Do not gutter, swallow your anger, hide your excess, beauty and silence, 𝙋𝙄𝙉𝙆.
You are sacrificed on the altar and shamed like Aphrodite’s voluptuousness; a Venus for all, held tight in Zeus‘s grasp.
You have a life in the Matrix, the pre-conceived system of the almighty Fathers. At night, Morpheus‘s gifts sneak you out through the backdoor. And there you are, wandering the limbo. The primordial soup of all phantasms, broken-free desires. The dream-master’s sand hits your brain high. Unleashed spectra, you roam the high spears of your own carnality. Soaked in their blood you thrive, bathing in their genitalia you glow. Your true nature, 𝙋𝙄𝙉𝙆.
Every morning you are back, reporting for duty. The dreamcatcher traps you back in the unwanted reality. Sweet candies, beauty-doll, soothe their eyes, good Tramadol. Smile, and repeat. The jewel of the music box, safe and pretty, 𝙋𝙄𝙉𝙆.
When the Apocalypse arrived, they were taken by sheer surprise. Tearing the fabric of reality, the true colours entered the realm. Poor men with their 2-D sight, unable to grasp your true nature, 𝙋𝙄𝙉𝙆.
Vomit your 𝙋𝙄𝙉𝙆 plague into their surprised open mouths. Let your 𝙋𝙄𝙉𝙆 scream tear their ears. Carnivorous, raptorial, predacious, untamed, savage, fierce, ferocious, deadly, submissive, gentle, wild, violent, insectivorous, down, up, upside down, 𝙋𝙄𝙉𝙆.
In the setting sun of their deceived feelings, your five-dimensional nature breaks the frame. You are out of the picture now, showing your true colour. 𝙋𝙄𝙉𝙆.
Text performance: SasaHara
Sound design: Momo Conzen