IntelligentZombie
The hair hung limply, framing her face. She smiled, showing her teeth in a wide grin. Eyes widening, facial muscles tensing, she leaned forward, her breath hot on his face. "I love you so, so much, I could EAT you," she whispered, gleefully.
He had been handsome, once. Before the night-terrors came. Before the claws ripped at his face. Before the cold stole his soul and strength away. He had been handsome, once, before the darkness crept inside him and made him into its slave. He had been human once, too. It didn't matter anymore.
the wind cut into my skin
my hair whipped my cheek
i refused
to commit, to comprehend, to speak
you drove me to the edge
steel digging into my chest
you told me
"die"
and I refused
but I fell, all the same
all the same
i fell