you were a ghost that held me during fire-filled nights

when branches cracked and leaves burned with white flames

a fall-infested dream; a dream that lifted me into reds and yellows

among friends that forgot and enemies that still remembered

you were a ghost that gave me its soul, when midnight turned crimson

and nightmares danced between my fingers like shadow puppets

you were a soothing shade under scorching light of the false sun

blood-colored and cruel - a scourge for a vampiric skin; a silver for a werewolf

you were a ghost that coiled around me neck

to help me inhale the fresh air when my lungs filled with water

pressed into them with gravity of pain

you were an invisible touch

a wooden bird from my childhood

a dryad that lived in my flesh

a demon of verdant memories

and lapis lazuli past

you were a silent caress that touched my heart with green tendrils

my veins opened, dragging you in

into the seething mess that was my mind

into the pulsing wound that was my sanity