Monster

When he asked, "what are you?", I didn't have an answer. I rose up and straightened to my full height. I stretched my limbs upward. I filled the spaces in between with dark wings bigger than two of me. I felt my skin shifting like scales. My eyes two black hollow spheres. I felt my heart on fire with blue licking flames shining through my chest. Maybe I knew then I was a monster but I could not articulate the words. Couldn't put the sentences together to describe what was coming next.

He said, "I'm losing something." I looked down and said, "you're losing blood." and carefully ran my fingers around the edge of his self-inflicted wounds. I tasted those crimson drops on my finger tips and remember what it felt like to be in love. It felt like a violent past. Like someone come to do your dirty work for you. It felt like something I needed to know and just couldn't fathom.

He cried, "can I go with you?" I didn't have the heart to tell him that he already was. He was following me down whether he liked it or not. Love vibrated on and on as my hand tightened around the hilt. I drove that blade in until I was elbow deep. I kissed him harder than any human lips could have. If my heart burned blue, his burned a more vibrant indigo then I had ever seen. And the fires mingled as the pool deepened in it's red embrace. It took us over. Took us under. And it all went quicker than dark planets colliding between the two of us.

I whispered, "would you have it any other way?", my lips pressed close to his ear. And with a single clear syllable echoing between all the spaces and all the places and all the little darkened hearts, he replied, "No."