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Submitted:Nov 21, 2012    Reads: 9    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


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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