Let me dance with your dreams And kiss me under…the starlight Don’t bother waiting for the morning It’ll never come for you

Put me…away. I won’t do anything to…to harm you. You must listen to me, I can’t…I can’t help it… I need to take your…your bones and…they belong to me… Let your eyes be plucked out. Make me…happy.

People want to be…to be frightened and scared. If that’s what they want I can…I can oblige. But why do you still run? I thought you would like me…like this. Your heart is beating wildly. I can rip it from you to…to calm it down. You have delights in…inside. For me.

“One of these days I’ll be gone, perhaps driving down a road far from here, and my only memory of you will be a touch. A kiss. A look in the eyes. Isn’t that the best we can all hope for, darling?”

“You should see the other guy. What’s left of him at least.” Rebecca took a drag and blew smoke into the frigid night air. She licked at the residue still on her lips. “They hide the nicest flavours under all those layers, it takes ages to get through to it. How about desert?”

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This season…people celebrate the fear and the…the terror. Why? Why do they shield their eyes and…and pray to god when I…I offer to…to do what is right. That flesh isn’t yours to…to keep. Those eyes are on…loan from me. Your mind…it’s been promised to me. Let go.

When I struck out to start a firm by myself, I knew it would be tough. But as we all know, the toughest meal can be chewed and eaten with enough persistence. I believe this is the start of- Oh god I LOCKED MYSELF OUT AGAIN COME ON Hello? Anyone? Uh… N…nevermind. Sleeping in the car again…

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How did I get to be this way? Like a…flightless…thing. Dense and…foggy…it’s hard to concentrate. Your warmth is like a…a kind of a beacon. But is it safety you offer? I’ll take it from you.

The…the…the air is too…too much… It’s so…so cold… Your body…it looks so very…so very warm. Share it with me. Or maybe…there…there isn’t enough room for both of us. My poor hands…they tremble. Please…give yourself…to me. Make me…warm. Let me into…you.

Would it help? If you could…drag yourself from the…the dirt. Claw your way back into the light. I won’t…I can’t help you. Every touch stings like…needle pricks. Tiny little…daggers. You stink of flesh. If I could…liberate you from the…flesh… Would it help?

I asked politely…didn’t I? I said very clearly that you…you should start being nicer to me. I offered you love and care and… What do you give in return? Take and…and take and take. You need to understand what happens next is…your fault. I asked so…politely.

I…I don’t understand. You said you wanted me. You said you wanted this. I’m not…I can’t be mistaken. No… No. You’re just scared. You’re just…worried. Stop that. It can’t be…it can’t change now. You’re going to feel no pain, I…I promise. It might…be over soon.

I’m sorry if I’ve been too busy for you. It’s these…it’s all these dreams. I cannot make head nor…nor tail of them. Nothing but confusion. And hints of…fear? Love? It’s all…it is all the same in the end. I’ll always be here. Even if my eyes wander.

It didn’t have to be like…be like this. We could have talked and then…and maybe you could keep being. But they’re telling me it’s…finished. Don’t run. Please stay still and…stay oh so quiet. It makes it easier on the both of us. Deep breaths now…it’s…it’s all ok…

I’m offering you something you…you can’t have elsewhere. I already see what you pray for. I can put it all into a…a kiss. Just a taste. Why aren’t you happy? Why don’t you…why don’t you just give in?

Tonight I see shades of…blue nestled in the night sky. Can you see them? They’re slivers…streaks of light piercing the clouds. They remind me of you.

I think…the fog is lifting. It feels clearer. Lighter.

I didn’t ask to be…feared. Or…or admired. I didn’t ask for anything. I take a step forwards and the earth seems to…to swallow my feet. Why do you want me? Why do you watch me? Why do your eyes swivel to…to ogle me or…or taunt me? I know what eyes can…do. What they see…

Form and…and shadows are all I know. I don’t think I need…need to look the way you want me to. I can be something…more honest or even…new. I like to watch you startled. Not in…in a cruel way. You want one thing and get…get another thing entirely. But I’m still yours…just as imperfect as I was…

I see…shadows over all. I can’t help but wonder what lies static beneath them. I like to hide…to hide in the dark and stretch out a hand and…and say come on in. Join me in the…in the depths. It’s warm when it’s…cold. It’s soft after a while. Just ignore…the claws. I can’t help it sometimes…

Time can’t…change me. It just makes the feelings last…last longer. In the whirling…stars that past, I see only…pleasure.

It’s always just…stars between us. Everywhere I look I just see…stars. I’d name you after the brightest one. It feels so natural to…to swallow the light.

Because I really want to know… Will anybody ever love me? For good reason, without grievance, not for…for sport. Pledge allegiance…to my burning heart.

There comes a point where…where the question must be asked. Am I the body that walks in the light? Or am I…am I the shadow following in darkness? I watch as it catches up with me. And I wonder whether I’m at home in that…that murk. It’s colder there and…offers pleasure…the delights of shadows…

I’m a…a light sleeper. I think I toss and turn and clamber out of bed at the slightest…at the smallest noise. But the warmth is…it’s undeniable. And I can sing if you’d like. Some static buzz or white noise to…to help your mind…find peace.

There’s this…obsession where those I come across want to get…inside. I can’t tell if it…if it’s some indecent thing. Sometimes it’s not even physical. They…they have a need to…to control me. From…from within. I can’t deny that I find the prospect…the taste compelling.

Let me dream…I can scrape the thoughts from your skull and wallow in them. I…I mean… Sorry. Perhaps that was…too much. Just sleep by me. I’ll be gentle…so very gentle.

Rebecca smirked. It was like watching innocence itself try to justify corruption. “You may see my passion, dear.” She leaned in close, breath hot against the others ear. “But I see you…”

Kit Starling@starlingangel.bsky.social · last yr.

I’ve seen your…passion. It makes me blush thinking about what you desire, but I won’t…I won’t shy away. If you want me…like some kind of object…I can be. When I step across. The threshold and into your world I must…I should give myself over to your whims. For a while at least. Until the next…