kinsey d3 cb fin

kinsey halcyon
district 3
female
eighteen

lies are something that you specialise in. people come to you, just to have their worlds turned around by some stupid tiny little lie. Like "I love you." They're wrapped around your little finger, and you could be their queen. They are your subjects, in a court of beggars. All begging for one thing, and one thing only. Your true love. Hidden laughs are but a barely hidden deceit of giggles of affection.

Yet if you were anyone else, you'd be called out upon the colour of your lipstick, the length of your skirt, and the watchful eyes of people with money. Not on the quality of your person, or the richness you control. You have but one power, and you will control that. The gates to your bed, a fabled place, where one other than yourself is yet to rest.

You knew that love is just a placebo, a medical test that escaped and infected the world. And you've got the resistance. If it were any different, and you couldn't pretend, you'd be called fake and unreal. Heartless, a broken hole straight through where it should be.

"Come in." Moments pass, "Leave and never come back." The throne beneath your legs melts into a bed, and final words change.

"Come in. I love you. Make love to me. See you again next week?" And you have nothing more to offer, but lies. Except pretty looks, loving arms and dead out lies.

2/5 cbs