You’re not here to talk. You’re here to pay.
TRIBUTE
You didn’t stumble here. You were led.
This is not a marketplace.
It’s a mirror.
If you recognize the shape of this silence,
you already know who I am.
Tributes Accepted
The Drip
Exist in my shadow.
The Scar
Hear one whisper.
The Summon
Obey one ritual task.
You don’t ask.
You obey.
This is not for everyone.
This is for the one who already aches.
Objects of Obedience
She doesn’t ask. She allows.
These are not wishes. They are permissions.
These are not wishes. They are permissions.
What You’ll
Never Taste
This isn’t intimacy.
It’s proximity to power.
You get one touch.
No more.
Obedience Is Simpler Than You Think
You pay.
I may reply.
You may whisper.
I may ignore.
You obey
Then vanish.
They wanted to be remembered.
I preferred to forget.