I felt as if I was in a daze. Gold and bright orange leaves crunched underneath my combat boots. The path I traveled was dimly lit and framed by trees that looked like gnarled fingers. Ahead I could see a ticket booth. This is a dream. This does not make sense. I thought to myself. I neared the booth and peered inside. It was wrapped in a thin coat of dust. Out of a fog I could see a metal gate. Inscribed upon the gate we...

Will you prick my finger and suck the pain away?I thought I buried you deep within my head but you clawed your way back in.You are the stigmata on my hands.You are the scarlet letter dripping wax on my chest.I can taste my regrets on your lips.Singing about valentines and frankensteins you curl me around your fingers.Undo your belt and make me quiver. I want to be your ache. I have spent many years repenting but will you...

You haunt me. In my dreams you smell like smoke curling in the night. Your skin is etched with the esoteric and the occult. Fog billows when you walk past me.Out of your lips come words of leather and sweat. I dampen at your very being. Can you be the hunter and I the hunted?Can you make my eyes flutter with every kiss upon my body? Delicate red crescent moons form on my thighs. I curl my shaking fingers in my hair so I c...