Her words were bullets moulded from pure gold fired from a machine gun that hits you with such a force that the lines of sanity will blur .
But as you lie there, your blood a bit more golden then before and as your heart gives out you will wonder if she was ever truly real or a manifestation of your darkest desires.
Because just as she appeared like a goddess descending from her throne to endulge you , she has disappeared , like a flame extinguished by a breeze from a window long forgotten.
She's hunting for her next victim.
YOU ARE READING
Bonfires
Poetry"Why do your eyes chill me to the bone , but your mouth spits bullets encraved with steel and the power of four moons"
