Walking hand in hand
You stop and look at my face
Taking my chin between your fingers
You ask me for my soul.
I sigh and look away
Your gaze burning with the question
The air stale with lack of answer
My hand finds my mouth.
Fingers crawl down my throat
And search around my organs
Calling out the ancient name
“Soul.”
I feel a sharp caress as it wraps itself
Curling around my hand
Trusting its familiarity with a hum
And in an act of betrayal I yank it from its nest.
A tear falls as I feel my emptiness
A sinking dreadful lack of everything
But there is no turning back
It cannot be undone.
With a waiting and expectant hand
You tear her away from me
Leaving us both shivering cold
And with a satisfactory smile
You swallow her whole.
My soul, gone forever
In the belly of a beast
You return my hand to its prison in yours
And we walk, as if nothing ever happened.
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