Conversing With Dark Thoughts Poem by Kate Taber

All of us have a dark side. Some are  a light feathery gray floating in and out of minimal shadows,   others are so dark any light, no matter how bright becomes dissolved by the haunting abyss of madness.
 The desire, the hunger, the impulsive thoughts linger like the smell of decaying flesh. So thirsty when  images and fantasies merely delay an act so orgasmic. Why not take a step, wet your toes enough to feel the temptation, to taste the glory. Hesitant and unsure, retract your not so delicate soul and tell yourself it's not who I am. Yet who you want to be hangs in a shadow watching your every move. One step deeper into the muddy blood tinged waters and now the smell of impending destruction follows you like smoke. Absorbing every fiber every cell of your feeble human body. Until your sweat becomes soaked with a heavy tar weighing you down with this malnourished evil you wish to fulfill. Lick the salty velvet lips of death and taste her love for company. Lie down in her blanket and let her cold throny arms pierce your thirsty flesh. "No more hiding" she whispers in your eager ears, shivers down your spine and wetness in your eyes. "No rules to abide and no feelings to hide I'll love your perverted mind and feed your blacked soul. Drink from my cup and free your self. Wither with me, folding in my direction. Follow me and pursue this quest for your true freedom. For your only true love will love you at your darkest."