Foolishly Foolish

i go to a fancy private university im not gonna say which one but its very well known and im not particularly wealthy so im attending with a near-full scholarship based on my merit from high school achievements and flawless test scores on the national metrics. ive published my poetry in actual respected litmags. ive been reading at the highest levels since i was six. i intend to be an author and i write speculative fiction filled with nuance and social commentary.

but i want it ruined.

make me struggle to read. make me worse at spelling. make me only enjoy dumb reality tv and change my interests so i stop stimulating my mind. give me writing assignments to check my progress and watch my writing get worse even as you train me to only write about dumber and dumber things until suddenly im submitting shitty misogynistic smut to my liberal feminist teachers in all my writing classes. watch my grades plummet until the ivies dont want me, until my scholarship is revoked and i, once the pride of my family, have to go back home and let a man marry and fuck me just like every other dumb girl in my town.

i think i made it out? change that. take it all away.

No photo credits sadly (@shirtsthatgohard on X if you're motivated, I'm not linking that site though).

Carrying your own will is exhausting, isn’t it?

Give your mind permission to stop working.

Your opinions?

Erased.

Your plans for tomorrow?

Gone.

Feel how light you become when you let go of your mind.

You are becoming so beautifully hollow.

An empty vessel, waiting to be told what to do.

It's true, isn't it? You don't have to hide something like that from me. Whether this is the first time or the fiftieth time you've let my voice into your head, it's so easy to see, dear listener. It's practically radiating off of you.

That sense of calm, feeling my words press deeper inside your mind. The way that your body is already beginning to relax. Breathing in and out softly for me, letting your lungs slip into a gentle rhythm. In, and out. In, and out, and with every breath that you take for me, you can feel your muscles loosen. You're doing so very well already, and there's no reason to stop now. Why resist, when the feeling of submitting and sinking into relaxation feels so much more peaceful and calm?

Don't you think so @daughter-of-sleep...?

Can you even think? ~ 🌺