Spiritual Kink

Baring it all before the mirror, as dawn softly puckered my skin, I was able to see myself clearly for the first time. And for the first time, I began to fall in love with myself. For the first time, I was more than enough. This is the story behind #MorningCoffee. These are the roots the Beast Goddess has blossomed from.

Like a Phoenix, I rose up from the ashes of the past life I had burnt to the ground. My wings stretched wider and beat stronger than ever before. Subconsciously, I grew to associate my newfound confidence and rebirth with a spiritual level of BDSM.

Welcome to the world of #MorningCoffee. Welcome to Spiritual Kink.

let’s make some magic together

if who we are is made up

of values

they line our spine

each vertebrae

something we hold dear

twisting my spine

to shape what you expect

i'll continue to bend backwards

until i break

what good is a broken spine?

values ground to dust

they fall as ashes

where once my two feet stood

you say you can see me

but when my eyes meet yours

why is my reflection dissolving?

i've woven my own noose

invisible so the world won't watch

as i suffocate

you think i like it

consent is a sealed deal

but i can't breathe

the arteries strangle my heart

how many times

can i fall like

Icarus

before my skin remains

charred, blackened

wings too crumpled to

take flight

x

© The Beast Goddess

Fall of Icarus (Poem) • Beast Goddess

Untouched images by © Karl Anton Björkman

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