You’ve checked his cold, lifeless body
more than once, but you couldn’t find a pulse, so you called the paramedics, who
then classified him as D.O.A. They crammed his body into a small body bag because
of state budget cuts, and then took him to the morgue. By nightfall, he was calling
and complaining about a backache while asking you to pick him up from the local hospital,
and begging you to bring the pain pills. Turns out he’s a heavy sleeper
who was still breathing, but it was untraceable. It just so happens that he was born with an irregular heartbeat
that no one could feel or hear.
You’ve checked her limped body, she has a
steady pulse, in addition to superhuman strength, which you discovered when you
tried to cuddle with her. She simply wasn’t in the mood, so she pushes you straight
through your bedroom wall leaving you with a massive headache, and an imprint
similar to a body outline to remember the date. She’s not abusive, so you tell
yourself, but that nicely circled black eye, bite marks on your neck, and scratches on your torso, say otherwise, so just be careful.
He eats hearty meals, but sometimes
he prefers his steak rare. In the past, she’s drunk cow’s blood claiming that
this was part of a diet regimen, and that it’ll also help to build her strength,
so you didn’t question her motives until you began to look and feel drained of
life, but by this point, it was too late. The relationship changed the both of
you, but you didn’t reap any of the benefits.
He’s getting better while she’s
looking younger as your health deteriorates. Now, you’re looking like the living
dead while they're becoming more human; feeding off of your life to get ahead in
the world. Today, it’s you, but after you’re out of the way, there will be
others.
You talk, but he doesn’t hear you as he plays video games during the
night and rest during the day. It’s likes he’s allergic to daylight, garlic,
and his own reflection. While she hears nothing you say, as if you’re invisible. Something has to change.
The relationship is dead, and it’s
been dead for some time now. I understand that you don’t want to just walk away, but staying is literally
killing you. So, what are you going to do? Stay and be devoured, or leave and
restore your strength.
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