I danced in the arms of death. His soft whispers glided across my bare skin and tales of memories lost in the chasms of his sweet touches floated through the air.
He felt like home and so we danced some more. He twirled me with a force so powerful electrifying my every nerve, nestling me in silken ribbons of onyx he left a trail of burning kisses down my nape.
I lost myself in his arms that night.
Even now in the stillness of the darkest hours, I hear his music and death asking me for another dance.
© Aanchal Gounder
I wrote this in 2015 I just found it and thought I’d post it. I wanted to re-edit it and change it up because I know I can make it so much better but I still remember the night I wrote this the moment when I knew it was the beginning of my world starting to fall apart again and I was thinking back to the time I tried to take my own life because I was getting close to the edge again and this is what I created.