Lifers

by K.C. Blume

She looks so pretty like this, like it’s her most natural state. On her knees, breathing life into something that might eventually kill me.

I want to rip her open and carve my name onto her ribs just to live close to her heart forever.

my heart beats faster with the realization that she’s chosen me. Me to love. Me to protect. Me to obsess over. All I’ve done is simply exist, and that was enough to make her choose me as her next victim.

If she is death, I am happy to take her hand and walk into the afterlife.