Toxic till The end

In fractured light, where whispers die unseen, a thread pulls taut within a fading gleam. Her voice, a tremor through the hollow air, dances on edges, neither here nor there. A kiss that lingers like smoke in the veins, sweet venom flowing through delicate chains; and every touch, a bruise beneath the skin, an illusion of warmth, but cold within. She cradles chaos in the curve of her smile, a game unspoken, played in fragile style. He watches, a captive beneath her spell, chasing the fire that burns and won't quell. The pulse beats louder, louder, till it breaks— toxic, to taste, to love, to suffocate. Each glance a riddle wrapped in desperate hope, as hearts dissolve in the haze of a broken rope. She drips the poison, slow, with practiced hands, weaving the damage like shifting sands. And yet, he dances, tethered to the burn, knowing the end, but never learning to turn. Toxic till the end, her breath is a trap, a sweet surrender, but no way back. In her silence, the truth is never heard, just the echo of a love that’s always blurred.