I didn’t do it because I love you. Well,
I mean I guess in a way I did…or at least I could have. I could have loved all of you
but I did not want to. The truth is I killed you because I did not
want to love you. The thought of caring for you makes me sick to the double helix.
You are a cancerous cell but I know where to find you. What sadist would let you grow,
let you advance and take over? It is you versus me and you will never win. You made my mouth numb so I bit you.
You made my heart jump so I weighted it with stones and pierced yours. You filled me with
air so I made you deflate. You made my pupils dilate so I scooped out
your eyes with a spoon and sucked their jelly dry.
Don’t you look at me that way. Self defence is an honourable thing. We are all animals.
Lions. Tigers. Wolves. Even without breath I wanted to inhale you.
The snuff wasn’t enough. I needed to devour to regain my sense of power. I scratched and
a scraped until I had you in pieces. I clamped you hard between my teeth and I kept on chewing.
Spit mixed with hate. I swallowed. The only time I let myself think about loving
you was when you were making your way down my esophagus. I let the thought dissolve in my stomach acid. Do you know what burning teeth smell like.
I do. The odour rids me of your perfume.