Let Us Prey

I am my mother's child, I'll love you till my breathing stops
I'll love you till you call the cops on me

She snarled and snapped; if she’d had long fangs they would’ve slipped past her mouth, her jaw clutched thereafter, sheltering a menacing, feral growl, completely at a loss with whatever human instincts she’d had. The youth was a twisted machination instead, coiled and contorted in boundless entropy and acrimony, no reserve for her treachery, no regret for her annihilations, beaten back and away from the bird, but only just so – her mind was not on the distant pain, the promised bruise, but on life and death and how she could court the former into the latter. The crunch resounded against her senses, a maddening declaration of potential demise. She didn’t hesitate, launching again, diving, diving, diving for the turkey’s feathers and legs and whatever else she could snatch upon. Her intention was to take it all for herself, he couldn’t have it, no, no, no, aiming to stake her claim, intending to rip more than just plumage. The blight wanted flesh. The blight wanted disaster. The blight wanted irreverence. It had poured into its demands and assertions too, clutching them both in havoc and disregard; as if they were nothing more than the rest of the wildlife, beasts and fiends, monsters and thieves. M e l i t a But in our darkest hours, I stumbled on a secret power I'll find a way to be without you, babe