09 Pride Issue · 9 of 11
I wanted to hate youfor binding me in your iron willand gilded promises.
All that shine allowed you to hidethe nature of the demandssliding through your lips like pus from an infectionas you drank my blood and gave me venom in return.
Now you’re gone.
I've rid myself of your poison,and I regret it.I've learned even poison can taste sweetwhen it’s all one has to feed on.
I crave another fix of your sting.Let me feel those fangs in my flesh as my hands wander through the coils of snakes you have for hair.I've become a monster myself, so run your nails along my scales and taste my forked tongue.
Have I not haunted youas you have mein wet dreams and nightmares?
I’ll call you whatever name you’d likeand assume whatever form you wantif you’d allow me the pleasureof being treated unkindly.
Have we not always preferred a love that felt like hate?