Scales

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You lift me off the cold ground. I lay still in the palm of your hand. You smile. Your sharp teeth glinting. Scales for skin. Sticky and cold. No heart beat. Lifeless almost. But I'm not afraid of dying. your eyes are piercing. Pupils only black slits. Bouncing back the reflection of a girl so in love she doesn't have the energy to fight it. Like the rocks by the river. Your skin is so cold. Serpent skin. My eyes are on fire. I don't seem to need to breathe anymore. I'm not afraid of dying. Your forked tongue flicks across my skin. I shiver. I tell myself this is what I wanted. It's so much better this way. You whisper, cold and promising, "Now we can truly be together... Forever." You kept your promise after all. I'm not afraid of dying. You breathe out a cloud of blue smoke. Exhale your love. I'm enveloped in clouds of warmth. Flickering lights in the distance. My eyes remember that they're supposed to be open. Everything is blurry. Everything is soft. Everything is okay now, I can feel it. I'm not afraid. I see you but you're far away. Your skin is grey. your mouth is dripping red. Everything is so numb. This is what I wanted. This is what I wanted. This is what I wanted. You have my heart. I hope you're happy now. That's what I always wanted. Now I'll fall into a dream of what never was. And I know thats where I will find you... The you, you were before.

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