She Spreads Disease

She’s a killer in disguise, both to herself and everyone around her; her beauty unattainable to most.

Her eyes as blue as the feeling of her warm embrace, beckoning content.

Her love is like nicotine, sending a short rush of adrenaline only leaving nothing but an empty craving. A craving worse than any hunger, any thirst, any drug.

She paints her lips as red as the rage that flows through her when the plan goes awry, ripping hearts to shreds at the drop of a dime. Leaving nothing but ruin and loss in the wake of her elegance.

Yet still, even heading the warnings they throw themselves closer wagering their heart even though they know their venture is fruitless.

She spreads a disease, not one of sickness nor pain, but of heartbreak.