Saffron A. Kent

I want to see him. I want to see the beginnings of my ruination.

“It-It burns when you look at m-me,” I whisper, my tongue feeling heavy.

“Flames dance in your eyes, in them the fire resides.

Turning me into ashes. Black and p-powdery.

It…It’s a slow process. My disintegration.”

“Jesus, Layla. Look at yourself. You need to take care of yourself.