Love.

Speak. Open your mouth.

I'll help. I'll pull it out of you, a rough, scratchy crinoline rope, choke you and make you gag with love, with nothing

but care, with all of my affection.

Let it out, dear. Give me frogs, your toads, your scorpions, your cockroaches, I'll watch them crawl out of the depth of your soul, covered in your blood, their callous carcasses carrying up pieces of organic matter gently torn from your insides with unforced violence, and I'll wash them and nurse them in a little cage. A glass aquarium. I'll stuff them all in together and pet the horrendous vermin. For you. All for you. 

And when I come back to you, I'll collect you, sobbing residue, you spread over our living floor in a million thin layers. I'll use a spatula to scrape the particles into spirals, assemble you inside a paper cup, yes, and keep you in the freezer. No need for you to suffer. I am here, to suspend you in your dissipated consciousness.

Your pets and I, my pets and you, us and them… we'll watch them grow white, angel white, pure ivory, milky, innocent, righteously alabastrine. We'll sap them of their power, consume their darkness, erode their intensity, deplete, assuage, drain, until your essence is drawn out of them, until they run out of air and become etiolated, pallid, sickly monsters. Purified, petrified, reformed angels.

That's how much I'll do for you. Through creamy clay, I'll shape you into a ghost of yourself, I'll incorporate you into your new existence with shards of your shattered pieces, scattered over every part of your cold body, and I'll wait for you to wake up.

I'll watch you come back to life.

I'll put beads in your eye sockets, and blow life into them with my tongue. I'll lick them to make them wet, I'll prick a hundred little holes into them to give you irises. Wake up. Time to eat. 

With a spoon, I'll feed you the feeble creatures. I've given you teeth of steel, sharpened them with your bones that you left me on the floor when you fell apart. Crunch down on these polished, debilitated, translucent inner demons I have trained for you. I am their Master, they wake only when I demand it. Don't pierce their shell too much, for you need to feel their legs moving as they struggle to slide down your throat of sensitized glazed mud. 

Open your eyes now. You are free of yourself. Purified. Let's walk together into a pale sunshine, and be each other's fodder. We shall never be hungry, and you shall never be cold. 

As for your spirit, left floating in the living room, we can leave it behind. You don't need it anymore.

This I promise you, my phosphorescent ice queen, for I've heard you beg it in your sleep. 

I am here, to leave no trace of the person you see at night, the luminous doom of which your dreams tell you in earnest. The whisperings of a black messiah. Yes, that is what’s to come.

You won't be here to see it. This, I promise.