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.