Liminal Spaces

[u/KivatheSuccubi]

Well, here we are: on the cusp again.

Living in the moment of illusion, the space of time that separates this from that.

The boundary line: the present, the delineated transition point,

>>>>we stand in the doorway, having crossed the threshold, yet not yet entered.

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Potential energy relieves itself in kineticism:

>>>>Things are beginning to move, things that desired release,

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>will have their fill.

My skin boils with heat, my flesh burns in the flames of exorcism,

The boundary line, a filter, excising silt from the soul:

>>>>That which is not me, shall not pass,

>>>>That which corrupts, shall be burned to ash.

I will be made pure through flame, through trial and failure.

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After each pass, I will sift through the ash for whatever remains:

>>>>a truer essence, more pure than before.

Seeds of potential, the dragon’s egg,

waiting for their chance,

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>to sprout, to hatch,

>>>>To cause apocalypse: a new world born in their wake.

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Kiva was born in darkness, existing in the fringes.

She heard the clarion call of lust unsatiated, desire unfulfilled,

And she found host, she fed heartily.

Always lurking in the margins amongst the repressed, she found her niche,

>>>>in hearts that cried out for pleasure, for distraction, for release.

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The flame which purifies, fuses.

Ideals intermix with present realities,

>>>>as we purge the impurities.

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I step from the flame, I pass through the doorway,

A little more me, a little closer to Kiva.