It blazes. This sadistic sting.  Beneath my skin, to the nerve — a sting that knows where to go. Returning every time we are close, as if summoned by my subconscious. 

You don’t touch me. You don’t have to. I am opened in your gaze, fully clothed yet nude. I am seen. Threadbare beneath fabric. Every beautiful, poisonous contour exposed— still, you do not flinch nor falter. 

Inside my mind’s prison, everything used to scream. Now it is disconcerting in its calm. The power cuts out and my brain goes still - too still. Like a held breath that cannot let go. 

Addictions seize me, make me theirs.

I’m yearning— for that look, those words, the comforting way that everything vanishes within your gaze. 

Whirlpools with depths untouched, unexplored - unfolding with a silent, terrifying, tantalising danger. Those starlight eyes—

The only place I can get so perfectly lost.