Wednesday 23 April 2014

Trust

     I let him in, to the deep dark places within me that no one else has ever been. Opening the door to my soul, I laid everything bare, naked demons squinting in the long-forgotten brightness. Twisting and exploring, his hands delved into my chest and didn’t stop until he held my wildly beating heart in his grasp. Too late, I realised it was a game to him, and I was merely a doll; a marionette whose strings were tightly wound around his bloody fingers. At my most vulnerable, he clenched his fists, threads and flesh melding into a shapeless pulp within me. He laughed as I writhed around him in pain, savouring the salty tears falling from my eyes which he greedily lapped up off my skin with his soft, flickering tongue. My demons in the darkness screamed and wailed and desperately fought back, razor sharp teeth and claws sinking into the tips of his fingers. Yelping, he jerked his way out of me, my torn, dripping heart still between his hands.

     As I fell before him, I saw him raise the shredded remnants of my most vital organ to his mouth, sliding them down his throat as if it were a feast of the most exquisite sashimi, a rare delicacy the like of which could never be had again. Taking his time, he devoured every last scrap of flesh he had stolen from me, licking his fingers clean with a satisfied smack of his lips. With no more use for me, unsympathetic eyes glared down to meet mine as I lay on the floor at his feet, clutching at my empty chest in a vain attempt to staunch the profuse flow from within. A red grin slowly spread across his face, light fading from my eyes as I flailed about in a growing pool of blood and tears, gasping for air. Without a second thought, he turned and walked away from the site of my demise, leaving a trail of sticky, gory footsteps in his wake.

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