Flirting With Wickedness

Flirting with Wickedness  

There was once a girl who flirted with wickedness.

People told her not to stray from goodness;

that her soul should stay the purest,

but she didn’t care.

She let darkness caress, embrace her,   

Evocatively whispering sweet nothings in her ear:

“Come on, you’re so beautiful…Come here and play.”

And without any fear,

she grinned and asked,

“Is that a dare?”

While other girls would’ve clung onto their innocence,

She just gave into sinful tendencies,

acting on demented urges;

The virgin now having an evil within her that no one could purge.

She drank the most dangerous poisons,

She covered her body with blood and sweat;

Dancing lustfully and disappearing into the night,

Laughing out of insanity and spite.

Now, she’s in every horror story;

Monstrous and gory.

Now, she’s in your mind,

Haunting, taunting;

Driving you insane.

You can hear her say so seductively,

“Come on…come on Darling, play with me.”

  

   

(c)Lena Holdman, all rights reserved 2015