Fright Sex

My monsters
ate me every night
as my body
sat silent,
but my spirit
fucked off
to wrap its legs
around you
and whisper sex
into your earth
while my hands
rocked you hard.

And it was
oh so goddamn easy
to soothe the other
but seemed impossible
to talk myself
back into my bones.
So instead,
I stayed the ghost
because I was the fright

and not the frightened.

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