I surrender to the urge to grasp the curves of the unknown passage ways. The crumbling walls soaked in laughter of long ago lovers, flaking debris that glitters in apathy — I hear my name whispered in the gruff voice of hunger and need. The air is pale with faded fairy tales and all lost endings. My naked skin is aware of the beast waiting for me beyond the next shadow. His breath teases my lips, fingers raking through my hair all in make believe. Whiskey and sex soaked salt coat my throat as I plead for you to be real.