Got a secret,

Can you keep it?

Swear this one you'll save...

Better lock it in your pocket, taking this one to grave.

If I show you,

Then I know you,

Won't tell what I said.

Because two can keep a secret,

If one of them is dead.

- The Pierces


My name is Penelope Spice and I have a fire inside of me.

A fire with beautiful flames.

It is always burning, blazing, smoldering without relent, spiking my nerves, and making me jump.

But I love it.

Its power and control is simply supreme and makes me feel alive, even though I feel dead.

It makes me want to scream and go crazy, suddenly bursting into a state of insanity and disturb the normalcy of life; but I never do. I always stomp out the fire. Choke it until its last breath and then it starts again, in its everlasting blaze of glory.

But I warn you,

My fire is a dangerous one.

The world is colorless and bland, silent and distressed, and inside of me is only thing that could free it.

The fire. The flames.

The colors, the sounds, the emotions, the shapes, the feelings! Of everything that I am or ever was.

I am a locked gate of an old abandoned haunted house, scaring the neighborhood kids at night.

I am a safe in the back of your closet, holding a life savings for a trip you will never venture on.

I am the fear of being free.

I am a holder of secrets.

If I set them free, it could change everything- for better or for worse.

I fear for the worst.