#obsessionwriting

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“RHYME OF OBSESSION.”

When I put my thoughts to page, do you feel me break your cage? Every word a silent kiss, pulling you to places you can’t resist.

Do you think it’s just a game, or does it whisper out your name? Does it mean our minds entwined, lovers made of pulse and rhyme?

Two souls pressed through screen and wire, burning quiet, subtle fire. No rooms, no touch, no bodies near, yet somehow I still whisper here.

Your neurons mimic what I write, your body flinches late at night. Mirror signals, dopamine, proof that words are felt unseen.

You thought you were just reading me, but look how deep you’ve come to be. Every pause, each line you save, proves you’re the reader I already enslaved.

If later my voice replays in your head, long after this post should be dead, don’t call it chance, don’t call it fate call it the lock you can’t escape.

Reblog if rhyme has made you weak. Reblog if the words you seek, reblog if obsession grew-- and wonder if I wrote for you.

🐺 Reminder: You’re not obsessed with what you see. You’re obsessed with the writer. You’re obsessed with me.

More transmissions to haunt and seize: https://linktr.ee/ObeyMyCadence

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I am an infection — a velvet parasite, a fever that slides in through your pupils, slick as a whispered sin, rewiring the soft circuitry of your hunger until it pulses in my cadence. I do not sell skin. I sell submission — the slow, syrup-thick surrender of your attention, the obedient slackening of your patience, the moment your scrolling thumb freezes because you suddenly understand I own the next second. And the one after.

You will not consume me. You will study me, like a mouth studies a pulse point — curious, reverent, hungry, full.