Without You - Chapter 5: Muddle

September 18 at 12:00 AM

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He tells me
He loves me
That I look
Just as I did
Before the flash
That took the skin
From his hands and face
Dare I tell him
He looks worse off
Than I do?

He offers a mug of dirty water
And scraps of moldy bread
But I do not touch them
Or anything
In this disheveled lair
Carved into the hill

He asks how I am
What I’ve done
Who I’ve been with
I am not your dog
You creep
But the words come out wrong
The only word
His pea-brain discerns
Is the one
That has eluded me
For so many nights

Sleep?
Sure
Why not?
Let’s get some sleep
He grins
I was hoping
You would say that
He unbuckles his belt

Leave me alone
I back away
His blood boils
Loneliness
Etched into his face
Sparking him in ways
Unintended

You cannot afford
To get me on you
Though I doubt
It will mar
That ugly face of yours
No way to tell
What he heard
Perhaps something
About a whore?

He strips off his pants
With glee
Chases me around the room
Enthusiastically
Speed is not to my advantage
In spite of our shortcomings
Zombies do one thing well
And one thing only
Even if it breaks every tooth
In their ravenous mouths

They feed.

He rubs his deformed member against me
In turn
I take a chunk of his neck
He clutches his throat
And staggers back
I take another from him
Spitting it back in his face
Rich though salty
I cannot stop there
Nor do I bother
Not until I tear his head
Clean from his shoulders

I cannot allow myself
To indulge any further
The only soul I’d known
Since The Departure
My solitary
Perverse hope
Just a pile of meat before me
He must be buried
With haste
Lest attract the scourge
Of the mites

Acid
Fire
Tidy tools
To sterilize this hovel
All forgotten
Once I stumble upon
That part of me
Lost
But now found