Words of the Broken and the Lover

Famine

Written on: June 10, 2018

A Collaboration with Rxider

There was a tomb that had turned into ashes inside her room. There she stood in front of me, a lonely ghoul with its lonely eyes, yet there is so much to her than an impending doom.

She vanished --
The light turned on as bright as day but then again as every jolly atmosphere it goes through a decay --
The bed molded into a coffin and a slumber that seemed to await for whoever –
A sharp blade that sat in the middle of it – asking for an owner – begging to be used.

Then there was the “she” that stood in front of me, with a neatly carved hole in her chest, but not enough to hide the every vessel inside her. She was beautifully drenched in the viscous color of red -- her eyes smiling at the sight before her.

Fear had swelled up inside me, but the satisfaction of seeing that red liquid had overwhelmed this very soul of mine. The she slowly walked to me -- passing through my body --

-- or so I thought.

Behind me was a mirror whose reflection happened to be that she --
And now I know that she is inside me. Still it was not enough for her.

She craved for something else -- a forbidden taboo -- yet for her it meant salvation. So I fought with her in my mind; asking -- contemplating; even when the juncture of my throat moved nervously, begging for a treat to support her starvation.

Breathless I came to be --
To my body, I am no longer free --
To my own mind, I can never flee --

She possessed a feral need that could not be sated so easily. Her lust ached for the feeling of soft flesh inside the caverns of her mouth. Humming in pleasure as she savored the bizarre taste. But satisfaction never came.

I lost myself and I became she.

She devoured and devoured -- leaving no waste behind. Frustration was consuming her; what else was missing? Had her actions not been chaotic enough? There I watched, unmoving as she feasted -- the she who had consumed this body --

A mirror --
A witness of insanity --
A bloody emptiness -- and the she who had dined her own flesh to feel complete.