Above

I am the Goddess effaced

Lips and heart trembling

Reaching blindly for the heavens

Feeling for every handhold

Waiting for everything to dissolve

 

If I reach the apex

Will I still be able to fly?

Have these wings melted?

A victim of relentless solar flares

Will I ever be the same?

 

Will I ever be, above?

 

 

Dear readers: I apologize for my tardiness and general absence. There are so many things I’ve been meaning to post, and so many blogs I miss reading, but life has been a bit upside down. Anyways, I’m sending you all a bunch of hearts! ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ I will be back when everything settles, and I am working on tons of cool exciting projects, so check back. : D

 

Many blessings,

Meno<3

Advertisements

Give

A piece of me lives in you

We are, after all, just broken little children

 

Shudder.

The night is long.

 

A piece of my darkness is bleeding away

I am, after all, just a broken soul

 

Weep.

Life if futile suffering.

 

I want to take all these pieces from you

Give them to me

 

Give.

Pain is not meant for you.

 

 

 

Visit Meno on Smashwords!

Book Release: ‘Pain Sluts the Collection’

Hello dear readers, Pain Sluts is finally on sale for all those of you who desire to peruse its twisted and erotic depths (first 20% is free to read). : D

Blurb: Let’s face it, some of us are wired differently, some of us like pain. Follow along with these stories of pain sluts and discover just how deep and beautiful the infatuation can be.

Smashwords Link: Pain Sluts

Just wanted to say thanks to everyone who follows this blog, and to everyone who’s been so supportive. That alone makes it so easy to wake up everyday and pursue my life long dream of becoming a writer who makes even a little money! ❤ I seriously heart you guys!

Stay kinky, stay crazy, stay yourself!

Meno<3

 

Femme

Holy

Daughter of the moon

Piece of the earth

Let your hair down

Let the power and glory be yours

Nourish life

Birth strength

Don’t forget

The power in your bones

 

Men come

Destruction and war

A tide so strong you are swept up

Subdued

But still, you are under

Facilitating madness

The only shred of sanity

And you can’t forget

The primal need

 

The power of commonplaceness