Help (Short Story)

Carved my name

Why do I float alongside of death as his backwards grim reaper? Instead of me slicing through people it's them slicing through me, but anyways there is the Pacific, Atlantic, Indian and the Antarctic Ocean? I could be wrong or I could be right, but none of those oceans hold a depth quite as deep as me.

She's a vast, scary and insatiable soul, but when she encounters a rare deity among scavengers she encloses on them until eventually they run away tails tucked. 'I'm sorry' she wanted to say, but couldn't as she watches them leave her. "I wish you the best", she actually says with a crooked smile... she's a bitch that way.

I once heard Karma is one too, I feel like they would be the best of friends if given the opportunity. As she waits for someone to love her as deep as she can love them it's hard to sit and pray. My soul is no longer content by pieces of millions of souls. She only wants but one; one whole one for her to keep as well as give herself to, but at the point of starvation she latches onto one as a lifeline and from the box seats I know he is done for.

She will feast on his mind first soaking up everything she thought she was missing. Then his body, tasting him, an act she had branded in her mind as tart but is now sweet. Then soon after she goes for his heart, clutching it because she has never held one. Once she has consumed all three she is at the stage of no reconciliation, encompass. Her unmoving love comes off as a tsunami, but behind that façade 'tis only a demur frightened little girl. Before she gets the chance to merge the two souls to become one he is scared off like many great men before him.

What the fuck is her problem? She's never been this devastated in her life and yet calm,

"WHY CAN'T YOU LOVE ME?" She screams as she tears herself apart, "Why?" Scratch, "Why?" Scratch, "Why?" Scratch, "Why?" Scratch, "Why, why, why-?" She flutters in pieces to the ground, the pain radiating off her in waves. "WHY CAN'T WE EVER BE THE ONE?" She hiccups in shreds, her smoky figure bleeds red.

"Why can't we ever be enough?" She whispers, eyes glossed over staring into nothing and everything all at once. Those dark grey eyes turn to white as the weight of never being enough sets in.

"I'm tired", she whispers barely audible if anyone were listening. Pondering when will it be her turn at a happily ever after, when will...

"I'm done, take me away God to love where I know not sorrow, breathe where know not pain, live where I know not death, and walk where I know not distance. If right now isn't my time please guide me with your fatherly hand the place where we ought be. I'd want nothing more than to be happy."

With that she was lifted; far away from this earthly plane, far away from the liers, the cheaters, the broken because she herself was no longer broken. She was no longer the lost piece to the puzzle because she was no longer. She dissipates into the air her red smoke leaving behind a stain in the air of what once was.

A Beautiful soul.