Not Human.

then she wrote something one day at a Denny's and it was good. It was good because good was enough to convey all she had wrote. It was long and full of thought and little did she know exactly how true her words would become for her future was to take a perverse tilt on axis and make it so...~mobe

Not Human

My teeth hurt, tremendously. He calls. I smell a scent familiar to a sun ago. My nostril flare and he draws me near. I cannot deny this attraction. I am feral, almost lichen. No matter where be he, I too shall be. Blood pumping organ of emptiness. And I'm the old? Soul? You have only but to ask. I wait. First patiently, then impatiently. I heard your call. Your breath smells sweet, how I crave. What I crave for now I do naught else. I haven't tasted in days. Sup has eluded my lips for what seems an eternity. If you have any merci at all, fed I will be when we next are close. Skin touching skin. Blood and bone propelling a sweet ring of fire. You stare and I cannot look too long-you will know. What's in my heart, how my legs ache. There truly would be no secrets between us and them. Would there? Come to me. Call out my name. Burn me to my core. I cannot take the torture of your silence. Master. Mistress. Both are we. I want to feel your darkness. To light a torch in the cellar. There is nothing you couldn't do with me. We are what we are. I am your keep and you are mine. It's cold, shivery and uncomfortable. I pine. Needs suck. I want you yesterday. Two creatures of the night, are we mad? You knew me as assuredly as you knew I knew you. And you make me wait. Are you afraid? Is that what I smell? I'm hungry-it won't hurt. I am not a very patient specimen. The longer I sit. My thoughts are eroding the beauty in it like seeping blood from a cold corpse. Ring. Damn it. Want. My eyes burn like hot steel, grey as the winter's night. I hurt all over. My teeth hurt.I keep moving only to stop ever so to listen. He will call. I owe him something and he will come to collect. Or not. I am a toy. When he clutches me in his teeth I can only squeak. Every now and then he smiles. I am a good toy. My teeth hurt. My back hurts. Not enough hurts. I want to be bruised. Real things bruise. Bruises are sweet. Mouth candy. The fire comes up again and I fear I cannot contain it. He will be disappointed with me. I torched someone. Damn. Oh well. My teeth hurt. My head aches. I'm going insane. There is no memory here and now.I cannot focus. Deep. Blue. Pools. I'm dreaming. And you know it. Why won't you release me? Let me be selfish. Give me what I want. The others are here. Funny how my fire grows. I'm angry. I will torch them-four you. I perch with my head held high. Your scent is far away. There's enough to keep me tight. Coiled. I will hurt them. My teeth hurt. They feel too huge. I must bite something. I need to burn something. Freeze me. Encase me in your icy stare. There is not enough rope to bind me. There is not enough hemp to bind you. They lure me. The others. Such weak stand ins. Their blood is thinned. Their meat will not fill at all. Again they know not. Do they? Where are you? Why are you so far? Come closer. And then there were three. Damn. I continue to disappoint. Oh well. As long as night is half started, morning is half near. Two. Gone. Someone infringed on my food! How dare. My stomache hurts. My teeth hurt. The pain grows. You are gone. This madness won't end. My sight is totally impaired by soul rain. The wetness stains. Acidic reminder of your torturous neglect. How can you be so cruel? My heart. I'm bleeding. Please! I can only keep this up as long as my will is with you. I plead. Aloud. Cut me out, cut it out. Tiny pieces of warm meat steaming in a red thick broth. Eat! You deserve what you get. Taint. My teeth still fucking hurt. The pain erodes my self. Invades my pleasure and disciplines my will. I lick the salty wounds. Don't touch me. The longer the wait the stranger the remembrance. Want. Need. Have. Interesting? Interested. And again. My roots are rotten. I am a perverse branch on the tree of life. A literal human stain. Shadows befall me every where. I seek shelter in your darkness. Will you let me in? My bloody, muddy thoughts. I should be punished. How well I will let you know me. Will you return the deed? Do not be too busy to remember the interruption. My teeth hurt. Salt cleanses. May I lick the salt off your brow? Heal me. Angst. Inflames. Puffed. Plumes. Billows. And your figure finally approaches. Damn. You never disappoint me. Mmm.
20july2005

...this was one long collection of an animalistic thought process. It was good too and still give me chills. Mark that there is the use of the word "four" in place of the word four. It is telling you that not only is there a gift but it have four parts. Most have failed to capture that one fact but the rest they got...~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.