A little bit of me..like a hunk of bloody meat ;)

She Jackal

            I saw that in her hands she held my heart, still wet with the arterial blood my life story is written in. Somehow I went on watching, I went on breathing. My body was tossed aside but not yet forgotten and in her eyes was a gleam of hunger.

            She wanted more than my heart…she wanted my soul. She was my harbinger of fear. She is much more than an angel of death…. no, the angel of death has far more mercy. She is the angel of pain, so beautiful…so cold.

            My cries went unheard as she bent to taste the center of all that I was. What was so bitter for me was as honey in her mouth.

            Soulless jackal bitch that she is she has no regard for the shattered remains she leaves behind. Once empty they are of no use, a shell, cast away…. forgotten. Nothing more than dust and bones with no name, face or past…just a pitiful tortured end.

            I was however not yet dust and bones. Somehow I was still here as she devoured my heart with wanton glee. She bid me to keep on being so that she may torture me longer. For how long only she could know.

            Her breath smelled of venom as she kissed my cheek, whispering softly of her delight in my fate. Her voice tells me I was born for this, nothing more than a sacrificial animal. Her eyes say I was an arbitrary catch, nothing more than prey...her prey, my death her joy.