That Sik Luv

by Jescie Hall

“And with my own knife?” He clicks his tongue. “Savage little thing, you are.”

Breaking her to become my soul’s counterpart in this life of demonic hell is my mission; the only hope coming from the beautiful release of deliciously dark revenge.

He’s the dark to my light as I am the color to his achromatic gloom.

“Thought you’d never ask.”

“Now you know how I feel every time I’m without you,”

“Some would call me broken,” I say again in indifference. “But I’ve never known anything other than the comfort of my pieces.”