Trickster

Should I show you the things that linger on the essence of my being I fear you would run and never look again. Perhaps though, I'll tell you anyway so you might get a hint of the trickster within. A devils delight. Obsessed and consumed by her own obsession she'll make you dance to the demons flute and you'll think an angel is she. Her illusion is so complete that even she must wonder. Her sin is her redemption. The only of it's kind. A selfish glutton that will give only to deceive. Receiving what she needs without ever asking. Her wants and desires, all for the taking, and they'll never know... Her puppets dance with strings unattached and hearts open and bleeding.