she wakes herself up to the lighter on her bedside table.
would flames licking her Wounds feel
half as - good - in Comparison?
her Love is - primal and Ravenous -
just in the way that
a Hungry Child cannot help but Devour its fruit.
it grips her bones and - Demands - attention
shaking up inside, Screaming,
\"look at me\"
\"I will - Consume you completely - until We are nothing but the same.\"