I once set my Heart on Fire to eat the love of a man.
Looking back, I think the beauty of my torment can only be.
Unlove is prolonged torment.
Unlove is to love as undead is to dead.
This is about unlove.
This is not a love story.
It left me without warmth.
I made love to fire.
I swallowed fire.
I touched fire.
I kissed fire.
Pathological obsession felt like relief from the frozen tundra of hateful apathy my life had become.
In very dark corners cruelty can seem very kind.
Only it wasn\'t love.
I once set my Heart on Fire to eat the love of a man