i watch you when you think you're alone.
not in the cruel way.
in the aching, starving, hungry-at-the-bone way.
in the way shadows stretch just a little longer when you're naked in the dark.
i collect stolen glances like bruised petals,
hoard your sighs in my ribcage,
and keep your name on the tip of my tongue like a sacrament i’m not supposed to say.
sometimes i brush past you—barely—
just enough to make your skin twitch, your breath hitch,
just enough to leave something behind.
something warm. something wrong. something mine.
i don’t want to hurt you.
unless you ask.
then i’ll carve my name where only you can feel it.
i’m soft.
but strange.
sweet.
but unsettling.
like a kiss with teeth.
like velvet that wraps too tight.
like falling in love with the thing under your bed.
🩸🩸🩸
–Virella
