Sleeping With Calamity

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Beautiful but ugly, lovely yet hateful came walking my way. A smile that can brighten anyone's day while ripping out someone else's throat. She's a mystery, trouble. Calamitatum Winter. She is truly beautiful on the outside. Inside is so much ugly; it burns. She has a kiss like a bullet; I love it. The burning as her lips touch mine. It's a cinnamon burn, delicious but dangerous. But that's love anyways, right? Everything about her is cold, her hands the worst; her tiny icy blue teacups that can't hold, shake. A heart of ice crystallizes her body.

Grabbing my hands she smiles, pecking me on the check. I can tell she's planned something by the way she smirks and lays her head on my chest. I'm soon catching a whiff of her: roses and black cherries. Her silver hair a perfect halo around her round face. A whisper leaves her mouth, "Follow for fun."

"What? Wait."

Off she goes, her little legs carrying her with the wind. I listen to the song of the world, as my steps catch hers. Suddenly, she stops. "Here." We're by the old wishing well in the woods. A candle and a little woven wicker basket lay on the blood red blanket. The snow coats the world around us, but for now nothing looks warmer than sitting there with her close with nothing but our bodies and the small flickering light. "I know it's not much, but I've missed you and-" her lips feel soft against mine. We stay in this moment for what seems like only seconds. "I love it, more than you'll know. Thank you."

"You're welcome darling." As those moments passed her heart got colder.

Hours passed only feeling like minutes. Before I knew it, she was gone, and that was the last time I saw her for who she was. My beautiful storm. The painful love I had was fading; I needed her back.