BITES

It bit her..
The black bed bites..

Ria couldn’t sit on it anymore.
She did not want to get off it still.
She would just sit there and let it bite her and eat her till nothing of her remained. She refused to get off. She liked this. She wanted this. Every bit of the flesh being eaten alive.
Only when she was turned to naught, she would be ready.
To regenerate herself.
Only this time, it would not be new flesh and blood.
It would be Fire..

Signs…
Today when she walked out free from the prison, she had goosebumps and the wind hit her.
And suddenly she had a glimpse of what she needed to become, and decided to become.
Fire…
Only then, she hadn’t known why..why she needed to be Fire.
As usual it must have been the intuition to which she did not have any clue until later that night. The fire burnt inside her and she could see herself getting transformed in the visions of the future.

Ria would sit all night now till she became fire. She was in a hurry now, racing against time.
It cannot wait any longer for the future in which the visions were reflecting like a swaying image; that future seemed too distant. For tomorrow is another day and she needed and prayed and wished for it with all the stone in her, even against her own set principals which forbade her from wishing for anything for her own self. (For her wishes had always turned into curses that tore her in bits and pieces)
Her life depended on it.

Ring my bell..Ring my bells…

Yes…