PANDORA'S: Rhyme's Reason (Soul Ties)

by Miss Candice

A rarity. A diamond in a sea of cubic zirconia’s.

There was this indescribable pull toward it.

Candice you’re pissing me off with this “pull” shit

Pandora’s was a place to be free.

I was predictable—as Rhyme. I had a routine. There was nothing spunky or witty about me. nothing unique. I did what I was supposed to do. Smiled, paid tithes, prayed, obeyed the law... I was a good girl. In every sense of what it meant to be a good girl. But... being the good girl got boring.

Fuck touched... how long had it been since she’d gotten what she desired?

I was Rhyme. The one with a life. A real life. separate from fantasies. Separate from spontaneity.