The Web of Chemical Attachment...

She falls in love.

Suddenly she feels whole,

Absorbed in the unified completeness.

The chemistry mixes properly.

Created is equilibrium of contentment;

Perfection amidst external chaos.

The voice of vulnerability speaks,

With its soft but confirming tone.

“Keep going”, it averred,

Disappearing without another utterance.

Experimenting on its bounds,

She adds a random ingredient:

A magnetic and charismatic wink.

The mixture turns white and starts to foam,

Extending the limits of attraction.

Temptation roars in her eyes,

She adds a controversial additive:

A porous but thick coating of passion.

Immediately, the chemistry reacts with equal vigour,

Turning red and bubbling incessantly.

The greed for the effects takes over,

Tentatively adding voluminous quantities.

The mixture retains is composition, but creates a net,

Acting as a ceiling for the reactions.

Overcome by confusion,

She adds a renowned balancing duo:

Calm & subtlety.

But her timing is too late,

For the mixture starts to cloud.

It turns into an oily, murky grey concentrate.

The net becomes lighter and transparent:

A web.

Unaccepting of the consequences,

She adds a pacifying dose of control,

Assuming this would neutralise the compound.

The mixture turns into a viscous brown mud,

Covered by a dry and aged web.

She stands upright, utterly dumbfounded.

Eventually, the mixture creates smoky figurine,

Which gets caught in the covering web.

She inspects it and notices it resonates with her.

She fervently attempts to liberate it,

Using delicate utensils and counteracting ingredients.

Suddenly the web starts rolling the figurine,

Into its elongated precious tendrils,

Suffocating the life out of the figurine.

She leans against the counter,

Struggling to breath,

Unable to ascertain why.

She looks at the figurine: it is her.

Awestruck, she scratches the counter,

Grabs a handle and pulls herself up.

She frantically searches for the burner.

She reaches for it and lights the web,

Careful not to hurt the figurine.

The web gives into the intense heat,

Loosening its tendrils around the figurine,

Falling back into the viscous brown mess.

The smoke dissipates and the figurine collapses.

She anxiously makes a bravado recovery,

And saves the figurine from sinking,

Deep into the pits of the unpredictable mixture.

She holds the figurine,

And makes a run for the adjacent counter.

The mixture rattles in its glass container,

And explodes defiantly,

Scattering its remains across the counter,

Severing the limbs of the intoxicating web.

She inhales deeply, and releases slowly,

Vowing to herself, fervently promising,

That she would never allow something,

Or someone,

To control her again.

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