Darling, I'm

Darling, I'm so afraid,
So scared.
And you -
With your bloody hands,
You're not scared,
Never afraid.
You glance with
Mocking eyes
At me.
And me alone.
Because I'm the only one here.
I.
Am.
The.
Only.
One.
Here.
Oh, don't smirk!
I wish I could find
Such amusement in something
So unpleasant.
How do you do it?
No.
I changed my mind.
I don't want to know.
(But secretly -
Between us, obviously -
It's a skill
I admire.
And maybe -
Shh! -
Maybe it's
A skill
I desire.)
God, I'm so nervous.
Don't touch me!
I don't want the blood on my hands.
Oh, but it already is -
You say -
Well, of course,
My inaction sparks
My guilt.
I am blamed for what
I did NOT do -
You say -
And oh, of COURSE,
THAT is something
You would say.
God, my chest.
No.
Don't.
Fucking.
Wink.
I wasn't talking about my breasts.
I was talking about my chest.
It is too tight.
Yes,
I know you'd like
To "fix" it.
But not with those red hands.
Wash them, darling.
Let me pretend
I didn't know.
You usually do.
You could always hypnotize me.
It's not like
It would be that far beneath you?
Ha!
It really wouldn't be
Beneath you at all.
In fact,
It would be quite like you.
Oh, but -
Yes -
Yes,
I'm quite aware you can't -
No, could, but wouldn't
Hypnotize your little lamb.
And some might argue that it's rude.
Oh no?
And why's that?
Ah, yes, I see.
I suppose in that case.
But, please, love,
I
Can't
Take it.
Go wash the blood from you hands.
Or leave me be so that
I can think.
No,
You're right.
That will make it worse.
God, I can't take this.
Now then,
Your hands are clean.
Much better -
At least for me.
Not for the owner of that blood.
No,
You're right.
Your cleanliness doesn't
Affect his state.
No.
Yes.
My chest is still tight.
No, I am
Not
Afraid of you.
You wouldn't
Hurt me.
Your presence
Is not the cause
Of my anxiety.
In your eyes
I still see
You're still taunting me.
Mocking me.
Stop finding
My anxiety so amusing.
You don't ever feel it.
Not fear.
Not anxiety.
Not worry.
But I'm only human.
You SHOULD be human.
Whatever the fuck you are.
A monster
Is still the best description
I've ever heard.
And yes,
I fell in love
With the monster.
But it's okay -
Because the monster fell in love
With me.
Unfortunately,
It just means that you are going
To piss me off whenever I
Feel emotions.
And I am feeling them now.
In full force.
No,
I don't know how
To end
This.
And I'm a little
Afraid of stopping.
Watch your hands!
Yes,
They are clean of blood.
But I still don't want them on me.
I just don't.
But now I do.
Now they are comfort.
Peace.
Safety.
The monster is my sanctuary.
I feel calm -
Almost calm.
Guide me with your hands.
Now. I am.
Not.
Alone.
Now you are with me.
Really with me.
Now I can
Stop.
(I.
Am.
The.
Only.
One.
Here.)
But
I.
Am.
Not.
Alone.
Hold me closely.
Now.
I.
Can.
Stop.