It was him who found me.
The giant with the calloused palms
I was simply a form
Clumsy in my gargantuan new body
Horns piercing from my back;
Vibrant and orange
Sharp and dripping with an imaginary poison
I could have been dangerous.
He brought me to a place
Where the sun was incomplete
And the air was stale.
But love flowed freely through the peeling paint
On the cracked walls.
I had never known a home,
Only the sky and the rain.
There i once escaped the slender and midnight jaws
And i ran as they cried, hopeless
An eye for an eye
I had caught a glimpse of death-
The circle of life;
And I had run.
Tooth and nail
I slipped straight into the arms of another
A swift comfort and a rapid acceptance
soft eyes pierced through my green decaying skin
The time was approaching
I ignored the urges, the pounding of my instincts against my skull
As the crystal shards of her irises
Coursed through my veins
I felt my heart struggle to coerce my petrified blood
Through my bursting veins
What is wrong
The blue pulsed through her being
I imagined it writhing
Just below her skin
I will not hurt you
Shrieks forced from my vertical jaws
Escaping no longer an option, I indulged
Her fingers traced my veins and I let her porcelain tendrils
Absorb every ounce of my strength
And those eyes
They watched me with a loving intensity
I shed my skin and slept.
My home was now a prison
Four walls lacking depth
Security made of air
I was no longer exposed to anything but instinct
My new veins craving the presence of old scars
longing, freezing them in place
My blood shivered for her touch
longing for the false security that her warmth provided.
As if I could be thawed
Frozen to a world without her.
Death seemed a more formidable opponent
Than the temptation my chest burst for.
To awaken without her
To search in myself for a more blunt reality.
The searching hurt the most
The need of a presence normally rejected by convention
A union of two bodies
Frozen together by the frigid reality of desire.
Two hands cut off
What we deserved.
Those same fragile fingers carefully gripped by body one last time
Yet they were no longer familiar
They no longer knew the topography of my frame
And her anatomy felt foreign
As though while my skin had been shed to make way for a new beauty
Hers had petrified around her
Her soul a final bulb inches from burning out.
Blue eyes rolled back
And the gaze i had once called home
Was replaced with the sky.