PyreWolfie

Let me haunt you.

The watcher who always knows where you are,

never letting you forget: I see you.

The specter who lurks in your periphery,

here to startle, then blend into shadows.

The poltergeist who's put your keys in ice,

moved your furniture, jolted you from bed.


Tell your secrets.

Exhume your traumas for me to behold,

small fragments budding into large crystals.

Flood me with statements of your gnawing fears,

hard-to-place unease, unspeakable shame.

Feed me your dark buffet of suffering,

each dish harrowing trails of pain unseen.


Confess to me.

Tell me: Will my zappy kiss discharge you?

Sparks fly from my tongue, eager for your pain.

Tell me: My sharpened blade caresses you,

one twitch away from sating my bloodlust.

Tell me: I might spare you from searing flame,

fire that hungrily burns and consumes.

Deny me: Your screams will be my rhapsody,

your fear my refrain, your sobs my coda.


Let me hunt you.

Not (yet?) with snarling growls, sickle claws,

javelin fangs, and inexorable force.

My ceaseless voyeur's gaze will feast on you,

it's appetite sated only for now.


This archivist weaves your secrets

into tales of caring bleakness,

cryptic love I bear to the tomb -

a crip loved deep and in full bloom.