I saw her
three nights ago leaving the hospital. She must have been visiting someone very
ill because her eyes were red and swollen. But I can take that pain away. Two
nights ago, she stayed home and I watched her through the open blinds. My mouth
watered with the thought of her blood coursing down my throat and the way her
skin will feel between my teeth.
Last night,
she walked her neighbor’s dog for the last time but she was not alone like she
assumed she was. Tonight, she stands in the produce section sifting through the
pineapples, picking a ripe one that she will never taste. I make my way toward
her, knowing that I am about to introduce her to myself and a night full of
pain. And it makes me smile.
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