Leave Me Behind

by K.M. Moronova

I am only a weapon. A rabid dog running from an inevitable death shot.

expected nothing less, honestly. The assholes are always hung for some reason.

“What God? Tonight, you only scream and cry for me. No God will bear witness to what I make of you.”

Hatred and desire aren’t so different. Both are an obsessive, all-consuming emotion. It’s a thin line to walk on.

She might think I broke her tonight, but it’s she who has broken me.

I cannot let her die like he did. I will not survive it.