The gazebos roof looked daunting
Hypnotic fear
The kind that
makes my *****
hot
sweaty
screaming for more of what you've got
Pulsating fear
sits in the core of my temples
I saw the source in the forest through it's
dark inconsistencies
A void
Branches,
loom
You're hand
You're light
I'll tell you,
Smug eyes
Dark circles
The notches in your wrist
It meant nothing