Musings and drabbles

Fires

It's like fire dancing along my skin, a burn that only ever simmers down to embers when left untouched.

Fire scorching my veins and the blade my only way to extinguish it. 

It cripples me, a burning agony that never leaves. Leaving a trail of ashes and broken skin behind. A silent cry of help no one could hope to see when I hide it from the light of day and let it breathe in the cold of night.

It's a monster clawing at my skin, a monster I could never hope to catch. 

So I'll succumb to It's sweet, sweet temptation, venom in honeysuckle, the spider to the rose.

But it's alright, our skin heals again. A new slate, ready and waiting for us, for them...