Dark Notes

by Pam Godwin

In the depraved innards of my soul, I thrill at being the thing she fears. I want to claim her apprehension, dread, and uncertainty. I want to take ownership of all of her emotions and be the sole reason she trembles and cries.

“Sometimes you love people you shouldn’t, and in the endless space of that love, nothing else matters.”

I died somewhere between my release and his. And now I know how it feels to be alive.

“The thing I value most doesn’t cost a dime, yet it seems to be the hardest for people to give.”

“We’ll compose our own masterpiece.” His mouth glides down my neck, kissing and licking. “A song that will never end.”