You speak of love but I ask, do you understand the word's meaning?
You say, "you can't be 'what we are' without an emotional bond" and I believed, yet how easily that connection severed.
You speak in generalities, always talking, yet saying nothing. And I look back and feel I played my role handsomely - the lamb ever trusting as she is led to the end.
Your final communication - a slice to the throat - and my love, my live, leaks onto your shoes. And as you turn, the trail weakens
until there is nothing,
and I in a heap.
Audrie is a writer and editor living in Illinois. She is a fan of all things horror and pop culture.