he was a fruit, hanging from the lowest branch, ripe for the taking. an apple, the shine of his ruby red skin a beacon in the night. she was nothing more than a lonely fish, swimming towards a soft light. swimming towards a death of teeth and gore and snapping bones. she wanted to sink her teeth into his soft white flesh, tear into it, lick up the juice as it trickled down her chin, swallow him whole. even more, she wanted to burrow into him, a worm, a maggot, squirming, seeking, searching for his center. the place his heart called home. the place where she could lay, cradling the thumping organ until she and it were one. where did she begin, where did he end? they were an ouroboros, a snake forever eating itself, lovers forever falling into each other. flesh stitched together, hands touching hands, fingers threaded and knotted and sewn close. walking as the other walked, running as the other ran, laying side by side, rotting together. feeling their skin melt into one another, their bones decaying into each other, bodies nothing more than ash, floating together on the same wind. forever scattered. forever together. never apart. he was a fruit, and she was a sinner.
