I pretend I can’t remember the past, demons become angels when you don’t feed them your fear. Mine are starving, that’s how I like them, baying for my blood, with a shady smile upon their lips. I hold you all night, and I am not afraid. Holding onto the idea of our empire, mountains made…

Pressed against you, warm and wanted, pressure on that little part of my waist you like to toy with. I am yours to toy with, tortured in the sweetest way, contorted, calling out your name. I call you, the next day, kneeling by my bed, as if I’m praying. Approaching you, as if you are…