I dreamt of you that one day. I dreamt of the way your fingers lingered across my skin, so trustworthy. You told me you loved me, and there were no others for you. How foolish of me to believe you, or anyone else for that matter. You gave me the most inviting of smiles, and I came in, but so did you. No one on this earth can corrupt me the way you did. Tearing and gnashing at me, holding me down and taking me apart.
I dreamt of the way you slid my skin off, placing it gently on the floor. Of how you picked at my insides, prodding them and poking at them. Cutting the muscle off bone, stacking it neatly in a pile, ready to be boiled in your fiery cauldron. You grit my bones down to dust, with such recklessness comes such trust.
You placed me on the bed, gently caressing me, holding me to you, lovingly. I thought I heard a knock at the door, but it was only your sobriety snapping. You couldn't take it anymore. More, more you craved. You severed my body, bones and soul. Such trust comes with a price. I learned that tonight.
