"I know you want this"
"Don't be shy"
"Look at me"
You look scared, your delicate lashes framing red rimmed eyes that look desperately for some kind of escape.
I smile
I have had enough of being ignored and today I am going to play God
You're afraid; I could snap that nervous smile straight off your face.
I reach up to touch your cheek, my bitten nails making track marks across your cold skin,
"Can't you feel it?" I whisper,
You close your eyes
Why?
Don't you want this as much as I do? Can't you feel the energy, the mystery, the way that every atom in your body lights up when I'm this close?
I push you back against the wall, you're mumbling something
"Mimi-"
"Shhhhhh" I soothe
"You think I don't know what's going on?"
You think I'm afraid to react
The sweat is standing out on your eyelids, creeping downwards past your cheeks. It stains you pale skin, like blood tempering a knife's supple silver.
I finger the blade in my pocket.
"We'll be together forever"
No Mark
Just Mimi and Roger
I press my lips close to yours. You start to kiss back. Do you kiss him like this?
You gasp. One last short sharp breath inwards-
Or maybe a few more
I smirk and bite down on your bottom lip, drawing blood, blood that can't hurt me.
You mutter something incoherent, is it "Mimi"? Or "Mark"?
You think I haven't heard you.
How could I not have? I live below you.
Every single night, screaming, moaning, begging, pleading
You think I don't know, you think it doesn't matter,
But you're falling for him; I can see it, the way you look at him.
My ratty brown curls are tangled across my shoulders.
It's the way you should look at me
The alley is dark, we're so far into the depths of the city that,
"No one will hear us"
You smile seductively; my bitten fingers trace your lips
The joke's on you, I'm biding my time, looking for the spot-
Staccato rhythms jerk across our bodies; I can feel our hearts beating together, keeping absolute time
One two
One two
This is your fault. I wouldn't be doing this if it wasn't for you
The game's almost over now, isn't it?
I look into your sparkling emerald eyes,
"You do love me don't you?"
I finger the blade in my pocket again, pressing myself against your still warm body,
I move away
I hear footsteps, coming closer
All my life, I've felt like this, pushed out, forgotten. I just wanted someone to notice me. And you did, you noticed me. You told me every night how much you loved me. I thought that I could have it all. But then disease, addiction, love-
It suffocated me, snaking its cold, slimy fingers around my neck, dragging me downwards, smothering me when I just wanted to fly. I just want us to fly.
The footsteps are getting closer now
"What should I do?"
I finger the blade in my pocket; it cuts into the flesh of my bony fingers
I can feel the city moving around me, its pulse raging through me. I know how to make it stop.
The knife glitters suddenly. I touch your arm.
A/N: Thanks for reading! The inspiration for this fic came from, 'Education for Leisure' by Carol Anne Duffy and "Inflammatory Essays" (1979-82) So its not just me being completely mental lol
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