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Her Haunt
Her Haunt
A thin finger on ghostly blistered lips.
Her own hand tightens around her hips.
Pale eyes unseeing, but whispers of
His touches sends shivers over her skin,
She thinks of him.
Biting down to leave a bruise.
A dream of things like this, her
Hands ghost softly over her own
Ribs.
But she only feels his touches in her
Mind, he takes everythin away.
She is no longer dying.
A sigb as she rises, arching a long
Into the night.
Then she opens her eyes and reality
Climbs through her veins.
She realizes she is alone, he was nothing
But a dream, a haunt, something unreal
And unseen.
