There's something I need to tell you,

My story is short enough to expose.

I am no saint,

But the devil is far from controlling me.

There is a line asking to be crossed.

So tempting.

The calling.

It needs to be broken.

Consequences follow an action closely behind;

They are brothers.

On a whim a promise was broken.

The string wrapped around my wrist taunting.

It couldn't last till Christmas.

I needed the release before my soul ruptured.

Before everything I knew,

Everything I was,

Everything I wanted to be,

Everything me,

Collapsed and suffocated in the darkness.

In the shadows held a whispering voice.

Ignoring something powerful,

Something manipulative and vial was unlikely.

I undid the pretty bow.

I breathed deeply.

I whispered, "Christmas is early this year.''