In the daylight she is human, but when the sun goes down, and the earth cools, she heats up, melting away her sweet humanity. She becomes a monster in silk, revealing herself in the shadows and moonlight. Ready to play with her demons.

The lonely woman is a ghost without a soul. She gave it to a handsome devil. He played with it and grew bored, tossing it aside as he walked his road to damnation. She trails behind him but is already in hell.

She left. Days pass, then weeks

Yet her ghost remains, haunting him

The echo of her sultry laughter

Grabs him by the throat

The whisper of her wicked words

Wrap around his every thought

Her phantom touch strokes him

Setting his flesh afire

From her bedroom window she watches a Halloween sunset bloom. Vivid orange and sharp reds blend with ghost caresses, but it’s the ebony darkness along the skyline that has her heart pounding and her blood racing. It’ll soon eat her alive with loneliness and longing.