Scary in Love

by Holly June Smith

Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve been drawn to the creepy and weird. The spooky and unsettling. The deplorable and taboo.

I’m far more terrified of things in the real world, like the persistent dismantling of basic human rights by those in power, urinary tract infections, and falling in love.

The line between fearing getting hurt and being excited by the loss of control isn’t so much a line, but a big grey expanse for me.

“I guess I’m asking, are you a nice guy or a sick fuck?” He traces his finger down the column of my throat. “Heaven forbid a man wants to be both.”