Lay yourself before me so that I may tear you apart—bare of everything, except the fractures of your heart. My lips, dripping lust for the hurt you’ve locked inside, will breathe into the wound until our galaxies collide. The noise of static will hush in the cadence and whispers of this artists’ brush. Lean into the scalpel, drop the masks and lies—let me lick clean the unhealing wound behind your eyes. The pain I give will ease the deeper dread, but only when the cut of regret is bled. Gift me the trust you’ve so cruelly been denied, so that the colour of life may be revived. 
Place your hand in mine so that the void is absorbed into the Sun’s Light. 
Allow me to feast on what has left you Hollow. 
Allow me to be the Star that guides you home. 
Allow me to love you.

Lucian Avsolen