I wander the wood,
the Moon stretching overhead
guiding me in my caution.
I have always been afraid of the dark,
what lingers in the shadows,
the truth of who I am,
coveted and pressed in its hidden corners.
But as I stepped into the wood
the moon went away.
The towering trees blocking her light.
And I was all alone.
In the suffocating stillness
I heard the branches bend and break,
the dreaded thing approaching.
I tried not to move,
to hold in my breath.
But it found me there
and took my hand.
Made promises and prayers,
spoke of desires I dare not name.
Would that I was stronger.
It was why I was so afraid.
I knew better than to trust myself.
Knew I would succumb
when he whispered my name.
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