Passion and Pearls

"She had wild eyes, slightly insane. She carried an overload of compassion that was real enough and which obviously cost her something."

So long ago I remembered who I was and what my mission was but with all their hands all over me I couldn't take it. I want them so badly that I might break, but I think I already have with the pearls scattered on the floor with my clothes. Hot heady hands all over me, I can't. I need to breath, the air in my lungs sucked into another's mouth. I need to be saved from the fiery depths of the hell they're dragging me to.