Chapter 1
Eat Me
I am damaged and alone, with no way to communicate yet... I lay here and concentrate, concentrate and focus my thoughts before casting them out into the cosmos. If you are reading my words, by some miracle I have reached you.
My hope? You will heed my warning; Love is dangerous. Never give yourself over to it. I know what you’re thinking; what kind of madman would say such a thing? Love is wonderful! But I caution; Love is insidious, love, in time, will destroy you.
I am proof, I was blinded by love and now cannot tell night from day. My youth I gave and my body, all out of love. Willingly, mind you, but that is the treachery of love.
What is that I hear? My eyes may sightless but my hearing and sense of smell are acute.
She is in the house. I heard the hinge creak; she’s used the back door. I wait knowing in seconds her sent will waft up the stairwell. There it is, sweet as lilacs.
She’s been out again, sowing her seeds knowing I am no longer sustainable. Later, when she comes to me, it will be for the last time.
I know her routine. First she will bathe, washing off the stink of other men before she puts on her lingerie and fresh lipstick. Should this bother me? No, for I know none of them can satisfy her as I. They may try, grunting over her but I know her secrets, only I know what she wants, what she needs.
By now you understand, it is not her love that is poison. It is mine that is ruinous.
It started with a kiss, a luxurious deep kiss. The passion quite exquisite; The pain was brief, I barely tasted the blood. After she was like a determined puppy, licking, nipping, It was wonderful, joyous. I could feel the tension building yet I was masterful, playing her like a Cello, hitting those throbbing low notes then bringing her higher and higher nearing the brink and holding it, holding it, like a note so fine and beautiful it excites yet frightens. I never felt so powerful, stroking and caressing and in that final moment, that arching climax, she plunged her teeth deep into my shoulder. Her embrace was fierce, frantic, like a death struggle. Spent, we trembled and wept in each other’s arms. I felt God like.
The nick on my tongue healed quickly, my shoulder, the skin grew back slowly but our lovemaking wasn’t hindered, if anything the wounds were a reminder of what I could achieve, of what was possible.
Do I have regrets? She took my sight, my tongue is but a nub in the back of my throat, my body, crippled and useless except for her to feast upon. Love has no conscience, no remorse.
I heard the step squeak, she will be here in moments, she may hold me between her legs like a pillow and ride me until she’s nearly complete but there is only one spot left that isn’t scared, there is only one place that is pure and I will give it.
I must be quick! You have heard my warning, heed my words...
The door creaked open, I can feel her eyes upon me.
“Hello my Love.”
