humming softly
transitioning
from potential
to kinetic
leaving scorch
marks burnt in
the sharp curve
of a devil’s grin
on your pretty
little heart
before dissipating
a flash of energy
illuminating all
the negative space
left haunted by
what slipped away

it doesn’t require
a complex ritual
the only sacrifice
is of your precious
time to summon the
attentions of the
king of his own hell
the patience to
ignore his longing
and the will to let
the bipolar rollercoaster
cycle through gehenna
into infinity as
you regret your
impulsive decision

a healthy fear of
the darkness made
terrifying by
arcs of lavender pain
sharpening shadows
creating an illusion
of depth in the
shallow end of forever