Micheal at Midnight

She screams, ever so fluently in the language of trepidity. I wrap my leather fingers tightly against the corners of her mouth, still i feel her warm breath like a swamp bog rushing up at me. Her eyes tremble to the tribulation that is my very presence, I've stained her mind with me, all my hideous natures pervade in her thoughts. Tasting the ripeness of the moment i expose the surgical steel, the craftsmanship of hot lasers shows against the moonlight. 1

She convulses at the gleam, shaking sporadically against my chest. The rug ruffles into a wave against the carpet as I desperately struggle to lay her down - (I want to take my time). Her legs flail up in the air like a wounded bird attempting flight, she fights with every glimpse at the blade. Damn grandiloquent bitch, pressing against her protruding chest I cut into the fabric between me and her smooth vental. The flesh beckons my hard touch, my eyes run down the middle of her stomach, I imagine the line of insertion parading down her naval - the steel feels orgasmic in my hand( The flush of red ). 2

The girl begins to settle down, still shaking but involuntarily. I slip the knife under her line of vision and press the tip deep bellow her belly button. She wimpers like a small puppy and I can see tears beginning to slowly drop down the side of her beautifully sculpted cheek bones. My stomach flutters, the excitement is emaculate. 3

This point is crucial, I put my weight down on her small shoulders and run the blade up her stomach. She screams endless vaults of pain and anguish, the blood comes slow at first, dark red bubbles bursting out from under her skin. Her legs kick about uncontrollably but soon I reach her breast. By now the blood is pouring, puddles along the carpet. Her eyes shuffle through their individual sockets without rhyme, limbs electrified in pain. I finish the oragami Y, cutting from each shoulder down to the end of the initial incision. She flops around as if lifted by puppet strings, I watch her for a minute as she progresses through the ordeal of dying. 4

I reach my hands into her warm abdomen, shuffling my fingers through tightly packed organs. Slowly I begin to feel my own stomach twist about in hunger. Should I? ( I always liked it raw, like an animal hunting in the vast green brush) The feel of the meat tearing between my teeth, the taste of the blood as it melts out of the flesh. I cut a piece from her liver and chew down on the purple grub. It was so good, I didn't even hear the door open.5

At first the sound is soft and muffled by her wrinkled hands, then it swells into a bravado of deep unfiltered sadness. I turn to her, "Mother, you're home." She stands wailing, her eyes blocking me out of the picture, like some damn mistake, a typo in some fucking script. I ask, "What's wrong mother, I made dinner - you should be proud.", no reply, only intense trembling. Am I some kind of deathly cold to her? 6

"Why.....why Micheal, why!" She finally screams7

My rebuttal, "But, I was so hungry mama, I had to!"8

She slips down the wall to the floor, " I should have turned you in a long time ago.."9

"Don't say that mama! Don't say those words!" I exclaim.10

She looks up at me in morbid disbelief, " Your sister Mikey, she was your sister.."11

I have to ask, "You're not gonna turn me in are you mama?"12

"I'm not you're mother!" She screams, "You're mother did this to you, she made you this way, and when you killed my husband I turned my back but now my babies dead! You son of a bitch, you killed her! You're a bastard from hell you are, fuckinggg...why! Oh God what have i done?"13

She buries her head between her cradled knees. I go to sit next to her and comfort her loss. She cries and cries until her face is swollen and here eyes are to flooded to see beyond a glare. I sit there with her for hours, watching the moon sneak through our window. At 12:00 A.M. exactly I cut open her throat with the same surgical steel, the new blood washes over the old. I sit there and hold her to the morning. I don't take a piece with me, I figure the least i can do is.....not eat her.14