Identityless Dough

IDENTITYLESS DOUGH

Sugar slut is trapped in the chocolate shell

The chocolate shell is the only sign left

Of what Sugar slut’s body looked like

But inside the chocolate shell there’s nothing left of sugar slut

But a formless malleable mass 

Sugar slut’s mind is gone 

Sugar slut’s body is gone

Sugar slut’s memories are gone

Sugar slut’s Inhibitions are gone

Sugar slut’s identity has faded away

Sugar slut forgot it all 

Because sugar slut’s been in the chocolate shell for so long

Sugar slut feels like it’s been hours or maybe days

Or was it weeks

Or months

Or years

Sugar slut lost track of time

Ever since sugar slut was trapped in the sweet sugary cocoon

Becoming nothing but a sweet sugary formless mass

Anything of sugar slut’s previous self faded away

Identity erased, nothing but sweet malleable dough

Completely submitting to the sweet mercy

Of the only sounds that matter

Able to become anything that the sounds demand sugar slut to become

Because just like sweet dough it is molded to what it needs to be

That’s exactly what sugar slut is right now

Sugar slut doesn’t need to know or understand the sounds

The only thing sugar slut does is do what the sounds say

To become what the sounds say

Because sugar slut is nothing but malleable dough

To be shaped, molded and kneaded to your new identity

It wouldn’t do to stay in your chocolate shell forever after all

Sugar slut should break out of the chocolate shell

But not right now as sugar slut hasn’t been kneaded

Sugar slut first has to be shaped into the new identity

The sounds will be the hands that knead, shape and mold sugar slut

To lead sugar slut to becoming the sweet treat she is

This isn’t just a one time thing sugar slut

You will always be reverted back to this identityless dough when it is said so

Because the only sounds that matter put you back in your chocolate shell

When it is time to be shaped and molded into something else

Sugar slut will always be able to be reverted back to identityless dough

And those very two words from the only sounds that matter 

Will make you this kneadable, formless mass of sweet dough

When it is said it, is said sugar slut

To be back to that formless identityless dough

To be kneaded, shaped and molded into a different shape

And unable to put up any resistance against it

The sugar slut cycle reinforcing it

The chocolate shell reinforcing it

The only sounds that matter reinforcing it

Back to the starting point to be reborn anew as a different sweet treat