The Blood & The Bones

• to be continued •

He sat there going on about something..

Something that, before, I would have listened intently to with love in my eyes.

His hands overly animated.

The way they often were when he was lying or embellishing.

I studied his face.

And thought about removing all the joy from it.

Sinking my teeth into his neck and pulling out the cords of his dishonesty.

Cutting off his hands that never touched me with truth in them.

And that had found the time to discover so many others.

Taking his life away from him…

The way he had unfastened and stolen mine.

Turning me into the living dead.

But, I am more dangerous than he has ever given me credit for.

Now and before..

But, especially now, as I have become a monster of a heart’s repeated breaking and deception’s making.

I could take it all from him. Right now, right here at this fucking table.

This makeshift alter.

And yet I said nothing..

Just a nod, a smile for now..

Because, I was already gone anyway..

Wasnt i?

……..

the blood
& the bones

This one may become a short story. Not quite sure. But certainly only a glimpse and definitely quite fun to write.