Harleigh Beck

More violence.

More pain.

More depravity.

I fall.

And fall.

But the impact never comes.

What was even real? I don’t know anymore. All I know is that my heart lies splintered on the floor, fragile and broken, and at risk of blowing away at the slightest breeze from an open window.

Her brown eyes reflect the wild flames as she lets out a loud, feminine laugh that rings out like chiming bells or a siren call at sea.

I’m bewitched by the monstrous perfection before me.

Her smile grows, evil incarnate.

“Are you okay?”

“I will be when I pass this test,”

And the girl, much to my dismay, has gotten entangled in my heartstrings. Trapped like a fucking fly in a web. And I refuse to let her go.

her eyes flicking up to mine and holding me entrapped in that silent siren song of hers that pulls me closer.

She tastes and feels like heaven—my own elixir.