son of adam, daughter of eve (2007)
"You're bleeding all over my sheets," you said. My blood was running in rivers down my skin over your bed, soaking through the mattress and pooling at my sides. "Maybe I'm making the cuts too deep." Slowly, blood filled the back of my throat and I drifted away as you kissed the crook in my collarbone where my crucifix laid. Walking down the alley way where we met, people I passed would shiver, and dogs would bark. Children would giggle as I made faces at them and their parents would look around, perturbed. I liked to hide in closets and move things around other people's houses. Sometimes I'd sneak into my old history teachers room and moan until he sat up, panting, with the chills. Serves him right for that "D" on my mid-term in high school. I liked to follow you around, too. Keep an eye on you. Who else were you kidnapping and cutting up? Sometimes my skin would hurt when I remembered.