I have never felt so drawn to someone before. As you gaze at me through those gray flames-all, I can feel is a burn of passion run through my body, leaving me breathless. Your smile pushes me over the edge of a cliff, causing me to fall, hoping it is you who will catch me. The way your smile feels against my body, as you laugh it inflames me, the warmth never dying. As I kiss your lips and hold onto your taste, it feels like I am home and I know in my heart that I love you.

The pain is too much, and the world can sense it. It pulls me underground, suffocating me, leaving me deserted, alone, and on a path that will soon result in me rotting down in the dirt. The candles will eventually fade, everything breaking off into an utter silence.

First I wake up, feeling my body pressed hard against what feels like a bathroom floor, and try to comprehend where it is I am. I can taste the leftover aroma of vomit still in my mouth but my memory is failing me as to explain what has happened the night before. I force myself to find the strength to get up and go out to what feels familiar enough to be my bedroom. I crash down on my bed and close my eyes. I then open my eyes and am distracted by a particular smell that I couldn't shake off and just go to sleep. Once I saw it, there was like a flash of memory and I partially remembered what had happened the previous evening and it involved that particular drug sitting on my vanity. I go over to it and just stand there, observing the entity that has made me feel absolutely incredible. In the back of my mind, I knew it was a bad path to start on so I decided to get rid of it. Once was enough to experience it I thought to myself. I showered quickly, threw on some clothes, and went downstairs. It felt like the morning to me, but as I am staring at the time, it has read 4:08 pm. I make some microwavable waffles quick and go back upstairs. My phone suddenly rings and it reads “Beth” I answer it and she asks me if I want to meet her at the park. I say okay and walk down a few blocks. She waits for me to come over to her and asks me if I remember correctly what happened last night. I don't, but I act as if I do. She has a concerned but relaxed look in her eyes. As she pats me on the back, she says “welcome back”. I am frozen in my space, realizing the exact words she's spoken has sounded like I have died- I just sit down next to her and say nothing on the bench.

Beware of the skinless woman in the white, spider-webbed looked robe that hangs around coffins. Her eyes can see you from far away and her fingers are slim and long to wrap around her victims throats. She roams around, lurking in the forest for visitors to arrive, trapping them and opening her mouth to suck their souls out of their bodies. The remains so absorbed that they become the dirt in the forest. Years pass by, the woman providing more and more dirt for more coffins, leading more people on a path toward death.