"It doesn't stain" she said

As the blood dripped on her dress

Her hair a disaster

panting

squealing

Oh the sounds coming from that thing

it was a thing right?

It had no limbs

She had cut those off

So does that make it a thing?

Its eyes are wild and full of fear

a pleading in the cornea

The scream that was stuck in its throat

bubbled and hissed

and the hollow feeling in me grew

even when

the light faded from those eyes

When she turned to kiss me

it was like nothing happened

her skin warm and slippery

her lips salty and hot

So what if she's a monster

She's beautiful and young

She keeps ME young

I tell myself I love her

even now

as my blood pours out