Venom

She was all venom. The bright exotic colors of personality that would draw you in. Her easy laugh, her intelligence, her eccentric splashes of style- a bit of fur- feathers- a touch of lace draped in rich jewel tones. All of it the perfect picture to draw you deeper, deeper into the touch of crazy, a back story of trauma. Not quite a princess that needs saving- not quite a maiden needing a shield- but maybe if you can save her. Draw you deeper. Her flirtatious fun, her hips, the curves of her body, tight skin soft to the touch, faint outlines of muscle. When your body finds the form of hers and she rolls her body- the obvious grind, ever inviting you in. Deeper into the damage bits- the way she loves so intensely and equates your needs- your sexual desires as a must for your joy. Always saying yes, fractures in the worth of the soul- the touch of crazy. And it's all venom in your vein, ecstasy running like liquid lightening through your brain until the picture is illuminated and shatters. Shatters into a million shards that burns through the veins, the truth drips out like venom and she knows. Knows that you see her too clearly. So she burns your world, casting herself and all you know of her into the void. And she cuts another person down, as simple as drawing a blade across her thigh. Bright red penance for the destruction. The ripples spreading out as blood drips into the night. As she draws the blade up her a wrists. Bright red blood that starts to run in rivers. A river of pain that can drown out all the accusations, all the sins, the people she broke. Those who stood and fought her. For all the venom she gave the world she throws herself deeper into the void. Until the blood takes all the heat, all the pain and it runs away into the void. Her body cold and lifeless, all venom and all void.