Poison
I am the poisoned thorn of the blood red rose that pricks your finger and poisons your heart. I am the one who embeds myself in your psyche and you will never forget. I tear at the corners of your mind like a wolf in the darkness. Bared ivory teeth and muzzle flecked with red. Amber eyes blazing in the dim light, burning with a supernatural fire.
The poison takes root in your veins and flows throughout your body, bringing a madness as only I can. The poison can kill with the most malicious of my intentions, or heal the most wounded of hearts.
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