swirling eyes drink from me, watching me grievevampires of the horde channeling instincttheir spikes in tune with the weaker vesselsTheir glow differs from the stronger ones Prowling the night, the monsters entertain dopplegangersThey hunt not for blood but the soulAnimated...

In the hush before the gasp—cold metal kisses clasp my wrists,wrists bound in silvery cruel grace,each click a vow, each notch a tryst. Blindfold draped in velvet black,the world recedes without a sound.I feel warmth linger near my lips—a phantom...