A fire engulfs her being
rolling her eyes back in ecstasy.
Icy paths traced by hand
weave across her sweltering flesh.
A feeling utterly intoxication,
so addictive.
The fog dissipates and clarity returns,
nausea surges as dread flows forth.
An appalling betrayal,
the image fades and he remains.
A shattered paradigm of admiration
has lead her to this dark anesthetic.
Solace gained through thin trails of crimson,
invoking anxiety and becoming something
the dark embraced.
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