Death's Obsession

by Avina St. Graves

To the girls who think that the grim reaper will fuck like a god.

I wonder what you taste like, my dark storm. Your whimpers are like a symphony of angels. What will your screams sound like? Lilith, my night monster, my perfect other, soon, you will be all mine.

Death comes in shadows in the light; it does not need to wait for the dark. For him, I will come as a hurricane.

“You cannot run from me, because I will catch you. You cannot hide from me, because I will find you. I have smelt your scent, let it linger on my skin, you are imprinted in my memory. You are mine, Lilith. There is nothing you can do to escape me.”

But if you ask me of my Lilith? I will tell you that she is everything. Every gust of wind, every fallen leaf, each drop of rain.”

The fates have not yet called upon his soul. I decided that he lost it the second he laid his eyes on you.