you peel me raw, opening my wounds until my blood drains. and you smile.
so i let you continue.
the pain.
the torture.
the lush agony of an erotic release.
i endure it because it is what i, too, want. crave. insatiable hunger mixed with vulnerability.
it’s all yours.
it’s always been.
the skin, gone, spread, revealing white ribs. curved handsomely inward, like a cage. how beautiful i must appear to you in this moment.
but, in this dark room with the one bright light overhead, and as i lie on this cold table, i know what must happen next.
the others, just beyond our vision, know, too.
i’m silent when you crack the first rib. i feel it separate from me, and it’s like i was told about it, but not physically present.
not really. not ever.
like a ghost, i fly overhead, watching.
waiting.
waiting for the bloody bird.
you work quietly, inspecting my face. my blank expression, and it pleases you.
you call me your wonder. your fucking miracle.
i marvel at your evil hands, that scalpel in your shapely fingers, carving.
dissecting.
revealing my inner secrets. eliciting waves upon waves of pleasure. for both of us.
i die and am reborn a hundred times when you finally reach the red bird, fluttering deep within my heart, its chirps muted by muscle, tissue, and bone.
for some reason you gasp.
why did you gasp, my love?
is it because you never believed me? you never understood the red bird, or what it was capable of.
its little wings, silky and smooth, newly created, brush against my heart’s chamber. ready for release. her eagerness bubbles. her beak pierces muscle.
a birth, of sorts. how fitting.
i might laugh if my lungs would inflate.
the bloody bird bites your finger, drawing blood, mixing with what’s left of mine.
oh, my carver has no idea.
you have no idea, my love, of what you have unleashed.
she flutters, her feathers spread, mirroring my chest, expanding breath. breathing for me, perhaps, as she leaves that former rib cage prison, and focuses on you.
just you.
i am now meaningless to the parasite.
that one single light begins to fade, but i see your expression.
your fear.
you unlocked the demon, my doctor, my love.
perish.
perish in heaven. in hell. somewhere in-between. we are alike, you and i.
once the bloody bird is finished with you, my love, i will meet you in the darkness, and i will embrace you for who you truly are.
a black soul who has been eaten by the bloody bird.