Ghost Muse
He comes to me at night.
Lights out. That's his cue.
In the bed beside me, says he wants sex, I know better.
Just a tool to persuade me. that's not why he wants my body
It's my eyes, my hands, my voice.
Wants me to speak for him.
He scares me. Always has. The darkness inside.
Is it his or mine?
The dreams of blood and
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