Lightly, he brushes his lips against hers
Leaving a slightly sweet yet ashy residual behind.
Yearning for her to lick her lips
Ingesting his taste,
Into her.
He runs his fingertips gently down her cheek,
Tracing her mild frame
Down her neck,
Meeting her collar bone before finding the inside of her elbow
He draws concentric circles before injecting potent nectar into her already swollen veins.
He loves her.
Cant you see,
He needs her.
Open your eyes.
He cant live without her.
His existence relies solely upon her body being able to withstand the daily insertion of poison
Mixing with her blood,
Becoming one with her body.
She- his surrogate mother,
Carrying his toxins full term
Before birthing his venomous child,
Regurgitating his residue.
He has to have her.
Nothing so beautiful as her pale transparent skin
Stretched thin
Over her bones and small lumps of muscle
Pulled taut revealing every artery and vein.
His drug a concoction so strong
Her blood pumps so hard against the walls of her heart
He can see it beat through her chest.
Resting only for seconds before he administers another round of himself into her.
Eyes fling open
Wide with shock.
Don't you see that she needs him?
His desire to meet her needs ran so deep within him
He had no choice.
No other choice but to give her more.
Nobody can love her like him.
Her body convulses against the bed
Ropes digging in
To her paper thin
Skin
Just a little more.
Her deep red blood dripping on sheets.
He could have sworn he had told her before
Not to bleed anymore.
He lights another cigarette
Inhaling the thick smoke deep into his lungs
holding it within just long enough for his nerves to calm
As he crushed himself to a powder form
Spooning himself mixed with sugar water between her tightly drawn lips.
That will teach her.
If only he didn't love her so much.
She gasps for air.
His smile widens.
She writhes in misery.
His heart skips a beat.
Tears stream down her face in agony.
He cries tears of joy.
He cant find the words to express how much he loves her.
She stops.
She stops moving.
Her heart no longer visibly beating through her rib cage.
He is paralyzed.
She is gone.
His tears of joy replaced with tears of anger.
He had once again loved another woman to death.
He tries frantically to revive her.
He needs her.
He cant exist without her.
He has to have her.
She doesn't respond.
So he packs his belongings,
Leaving his drugs scattered across the floor,
Never too worried about needing more.
For he is his own supplier,
his drugs, pieces of him.
An endless supply of his poison called HATE,
In magnitudes so great,
He can spread it with ease.
In his path he leaves tainted needles
In hopes that innocent bystanders will forget to watch their feet,
Falling victim to him,
He is dependent on them.
Only capable of thriving when he is
Infiltrating souls,
Destroying lives.
Desolating countries.
And his favorite is she,
Is the home of the brave
The land of the free.
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