Bleeding and naivety

 

“I come and go with some deception. Aware of how little I must know, from these wide-set eyes and odd countenance. Told that I am like a ghost, I practice in the mirror, any surface that will bend to my obsessive self-perception. My breath only registers on warm skin, but surely a smile breaks out beyond surveillance. 

It is almost certainly a ritualistic affair. I consume people too fast, extinguishing the connection as the flame licks through the match towards my finger.”