The burning fire blazed around me, encasing me in a prison of blinding smoke and glowing embers. No way to escape, a labyrinth with the walls ablaze. The seemingly immortal inferno waiting to take its claim on my mortal being. The asphyxiating smoke creating tears trailing down my face like a diamond scratching a mirror, one already broken. The smoke rose so far up into the unmindful sky it could dye the angelic white of a planes contrails a soulless black. In my hand, a nearly empty container of kerosene, the fatal liquid spilling out fueling the fire around me. A vial of poison I willingly downed. The breaths I was consciously not taking. I put myself on the stake that I burn on, a self-proclaimed witch, dying at the hands of my own flame. They always said I was fated to be my own downfall.
Life without you would be like
A fish with no gills, drowning in the depths of its traitorous home that was once it’s sanctuary
A ravenous disease with no rectifying cure
A decaying body with a pacified heart too defeated to beat anymore
Illicit drugs with no euphoric high just a constant grueling comedown that would never compete with the feeling of your loss
Clothing with no seams to hold it together, hanging off my delicate frame, my bones the only puzzle pieces that seem to fit together anymore
A flood with no barricade, it free to destroy everything in its path
My soul a haunted house with the echos of your ghost
There would be no life without you because our hearts are one
Wherever yours strays
Mine will follow
I would follow you like Orpheus did Eurydice
If I could stay in this life with you, I would never make the same mistake as he
No temptation would make me gamble my life with you
As I could never live life without you
Her machiavellian gaze surveyed the room with her diamond shaped pupils, obsidian in a sea of emerald. She radiated confidence like the sun’s ultraviolet rays, both strong enough to burn fragile skin. Her own opalescent skin reflected the pale moonlight as if they were serpentine scales. Her canines sharp enough to poke her scarlet red lips like a dagger to the throat. A small quirk of her lips enough to draw blood. Her satiny black dress, lustrous enough to look like light reflected on midnight waves, clung so close to her lean body she looked like nothing but a spine. She of course not needing any other bones to execute her seductive movements, smooth as honey yet her demeanor lacked the saccharine taste. Her veins flowing with venom making her every judgment a threat and any wrongdoing towards her a death sentence.
