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