Michael Erickson – Flight from love
I liked the way my skin felt in the dark. With nothing but velvety black to give my form texture. I was free from restraint, remorse or the rot of other’s intentions.
That was until I met you.
Darkness was in my blood, in a way that no sickness could corrupt flesh. It imbued me with a sense of belonging and immense power. I was a perfect form, connecting to an impossibly fractured world.
Until you shone a spotlight and illuminated me.
I first saw you between two trees. With hands that seemed to burn clear all my hidden parts. I was drawn to you a literal black-winged moth to the warmth of your mind.
“Don’t be frightened,” you said, so gently.
Nothing could have pulled me away from my world of ink. Nothing except for the love in your voice. I cower now to think of what I’ve done…
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