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

Her mind could only stretch into simplistic measures; gone was any wiry, cunning tangibles, threading into only primordial, ancient values of instinct and inherent abilities. Mine, her growls, her hisses, her rumbles, seemed to say, nails like grasping, rapacious claws, diving out of the way as the pale man strived to take a swipe at her; not to be deterred, not now, not ever, a value once considered persevering and enduring in her humane, altruistic form – presently, it was a twisted, condemned thing, bleeding and beating into the surface of crimson-streaked snow and a poor, hapless bird who’d been unlucky in its final moments of life. She grabbed and pulled again, aching to feel all the weight of the bird in her hands. As if by more claiming insinuations, she reached and aimed to ensnare her mouth towards the wing – despite an utter lack of meat, all feathers and plumage, ripping, ripping, ripping, vicious in her distortion, wild in her motions, completely, utterly unhinged from anything and everything she used to be. Melita was gone, and in her place was something strange and malignant, a blighted, brutal force that should’ve given anyone pause, if it hadn’t been normal circumstances, if it didn’t keep occurring anywhere and everywhere in between. 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