Bare.
Every piece of me stripped naked in fervour. My soul exposed for him to see. His eyes reveal the lust, but his irises. His irises glimmer with the disgust I know all too well. He sees me.
There’s a monster inside of me, caged and waiting to be let out. It can’t be tamed. It can’t be stopped. Wild and raw, bleeding with rage. There’s no noose to choke it. To stop the tempest before it strikes. There’s no way to rein it in.
Every second that ticks by, it grows with anger and loathing. Fuelled by the sins of my dawn. The cruelty of my day. The wickedness of my dusk. There are no bounds to the darkness that descends. It reaches out. It touches.
How do you stop King Midas when he knows his touch will only kill?
I trace the veins under his skin, the life that pulses within him. I’m killing him, slowly. Every touch, every caress, I inhale more and more of him. I’m killing him, slowly.
He doesn’t know, but his time is mine. He doesn’t know, but his heart is mine. I feel it beat beneath my own, a feeling so unknown. Seconds from now, it’ll falter in it’s rhythm to the strings I pull.
He glances at me. He sees me. He sees the monster that I cage within. He knows the myriad of my sins.
Seconds from now, the emeralds of his eyes will wane. He’ll look at me. He’ll see me. He’ll know I’m killing him, slowly.
For now, though, beneath his gaze, my soul is naked, reining in the monster of my sins. He sees me. I’m stripped to my core. All I am, though, is his. All I am, though, is bare.