Metal in Honey

Chapter Two

I was in your home. I could see what kind of person you were, it was all here. A microcosm of who you are, the books you like, the films you watch, fuck, even your furniture. You have a mask you share to the world, your friends and family can look at you and recognise you but they don't see you. I could read you like a book. You're shy but open around the right people, you like to be organised with enough room for fun but most importantly you crave for someone to take away your control. You work so hard to manage everything in your life, you need someone to make you forget it all for a while. Giving your control over to someone requires a lot of work, it's much easier and quicker if I just take it.

Everything in your home was dripping with who you are, and then nothing. The well was empty. In that silence, it came to me. You are all alone. Maybe not in general, but right now, in your bed. Alone. With an irrevocable hunger, a lust for someone to absolve you of life's mundanities. To be absent from this filthy world for a while. Or in other words, you were free to take. I couldn't resist.

I wandered through your kitchen, and decided to pick out a present to bring you from your knife block. As in insurance. Just in case you didn't enjoy my surprise. I like to have a back up plan. I could see my reflection in the glimmering blade. This is what you would see. I carefully slipped it in under my belt. It made me happy. Thinking that you would see me very soon.