Within me Lies
Someone full of hate, pain and rage. I
See through her eyes.
Inhale her breath.
Consume her foolish men.

I hear her,  I feel her.
She speaks in words that burn
Her touch sears the flesh,
Turns life to ash.

She traps me within,
In skin made of silk
Her voice made of Jazz.
Helpless is me (who had lost herself
To the beast once trapped within).

I feel her pain. I feel her hurt,
In pulsating waves
Felt within hollow chambers
Of the heart.

She is not shackled by this pain,
This hurt.
She is Fire.
All consuming, all powerful.
Callously and Casually she entraps.
She ensnares she takes (Inside her rests an unyielding furnace,
Filled with the ash and bone of her victims.
Am I too one?).

She corrupts flesh, she corrupts minds
she burns brightly, boldly, dangerously.
Her flesh slick with
The effluvium of
Lust.

I live within her,
I reside inside.
Shadow of my former self
Fragment of my former life.

She continues to live, she continues to consume
As fire can only take
Fire can only
Burn.
It tempts, it ensnares, enraptures
It does not feel, it does not care
*It does not love.