highandgay:

I dreamt of a girl last night:
black hair, white skin, red lips.
Her name caught in my throat;
I could not speak.

She led me out of my home and took me to the riverside.
And there upon a rock she had carved all she knew of my stolen secrets, my inner darkness, my love and my fury.
She looked at me with orb-like eyes,
a calmness painted on her ruby lips.
She said,
“I know you, and I understand.”
And that was it.