biemogirl

What scares you? is it the monsters under your bed? or the thunder shaking your house at night? What makes the hair on the back of your neck rise? Maybe its the child at the park that stares at you with her otherworldly eyes. The one with the stained dress and the ragged little bow in her hair. Or is it something else. Something deeper. Something more sinister. The dryness in your mouth, like on a hot summers day, that happens almost instantly when you see that girl. That longing that rises in your chest in a manner that suggests heartburn. The lust that clenches in your stomach like the butterflies that appear just before you spea