darkness of the mind fire in the heart my desire is my destruction
within the forests of my breasted figure lies a dormant snake sprouting fear in my dreams leaving me empty aside from memories in my wake all of the blue I once knew suddenly bursting into flame
it's time to face what I create a pair of emerald eyes unblinking-unthinking another of the deepest mud unrevealing no longer feeling the last most terrifying & candied eyes butterscotch & bloodshot looking upward to the crescent in the sky seeing new colors saying goodbyes
six eyes on three heads sprouting from a body made of snow curling crystals jagged and etched along the slender creatures form hunger tries to consume this beast "what is love," the fire asks, "save for a wet & bloodied feast?"
the snake uncurls as if ready to latch on to it's prey then soon after bolts away
the heartbeat of fire: much too loud in it's calmness to be frightened by hunting snow with intentions to consume such a succulent meat will the snake evaporate in the heat of desire or will the fire be smoking in it's failure to catch the slithering beast?
frightened with a calmness death is in the air in the stare of all six sick & wicked eyes
the fire muses in it's confusion of what's right or wrong the hunt is no longer a game life and death no longer simply names realities of fortune and lacking just the same the snow and the ice too weak to face this flame
predictions of when the snake melts down to nothing but water and bones she'll gather the crusted crystals of desire she so often used to admire used to hold in a heart of stone
a different destiny to behold if the snake were to win the burnt paper of her skin would go grey in the wind no more flames no more spark heart grown dark and weary
what torture could send the snakes tongue down her throat and lick the flame into an outrage of misplaced words that held nothing save for demands in those hands the blood had stained how much of how little could last no more of the new in the end what is left is all that has passed
snake and flame forever in cycle recycling their pain until neither remain