The Temptress

**TRIGGER WARNING**

She stood there, not a muscle dared to move.

Flames of raging fire danced; lighting

up her eyes with a strange emotion,

with a forbidden feeling whispering her name.

Come to me.

You've suffered enough.

Come to me.

She found herself lost in a trance, her palm right above

the merciless fire.

The heat began its assault and she commenced

her descend.

Her heart was screaming in agony, begging her to stop.

Her mind was edging her forward,

encouraging her to end her pain

once and for all.

But it was her skin that made her recoil back

to her body, where it belonged, away from

the temptress: the fire.

She shook her head and looked at her hand.

She sighed, "I failed again," and

murmured under her breath, staring at her

unharmed hand.

She blinked.

She was sitting on her bed, with a sharp blade in her hand.

Spinning between her fingers as if it was a mere pen;

closing her eyes, She drew a clean line.

As pain and hurt rushed through her being,

travelling withing her veins,

She let out a sigh of relief.

Breathing calming down.

Anxiety slowly dropping.

Eyes fluttering.

"Ahh. . ."

Moaning a lyric of pain and relief.

She opened her eyes.

There were more cuts than just one.

Blood pooling on more than just one drawn line.

Drop.

Drop.

Drop.

Droplets of dark red ran down her arms and her thighs.

She began to shake; something was happening.

Closing her eyes, she could see her soul shuddering;

her heart shattering into pieces.

Unable to control herself, the mind was in full power.

Snap!

Loud, menacing laughter rang her ears.

The mind smirked.

Snap!

Her hand raised on their own accord.

Fingers lapping up the running blood; her neck and face smeared

with blemishes of her dark mind.

Snap!

More laughter echoed the tiny room.

Wounds were screaming in agony;

Disorganized lines symbolizing multiple hurt.

Snap!

Trying something new, she banged her head against the mirror

again and again.

Laughter of woe and suffering leaving her soul,

her heart still beating in those little pieces.

She blinked.

Bloodied and drained, she

stood unwavering, before the temptress again:

The fire.

Come to me.

Let me consume your suffering.

Come to me.

She smiled for the last time,

letting her mind win the battle once and for all.