Nefarious, neanic nymph,
your hunger which tears through my heart, tears also into my flesh between your teeth,
carving your lust into my skin,
tired and broken, torn by the thirst that rages within;
“Oh! the thirst!” Which engulfs me while your nails paint the air with my blood;
Petrified are the skies that sheathe us with darkness,
Hidden are the stars behind a moon ashamed to shine in your presence,
illuminated instead, by your light;
Light that seeps from your cocaine cream skin while you scream in ecstasy;
I find myself deeper inside you, inside your twisted little fantasy;
As your teeth bore deeper into my chest,
carving your life into my skin,
so shall I be carved into the darkness of your nights.

By: Viraj Belgaonkar