Dante's Heart
Bitch
The four claw marks ripping through her name tell me that she was the lucky
one, lucky to be dead, lucky not to have to carry on the knifing pain, the
empty nights...
...the curse.
Now, once a month, I turn into a real bitch. On the night of the full moon,
Marker has me bound — nothing kinky — along with a couple of other
unfortunates. Our numbers are growing. We yelp, howl, and scratch at our
bonds until dawn, craving blood, mayhem, meat (the thought of it just turns
my stomach), then sleep the next day until it’s time for celebration, for
calling on the moon to change the tides, reverse the flow.
Marker says we’re not unlucky. He says he has a plan. Just one of us, he
says, dropped back inside of Jerico, and the walls would crack and splinter.
A few of us, say ten or so, and the whole thing would come tumbling down.
A year ago, I’d have been horrified. Today, he makes sense. Maybe I am a
monster. I think of Megan, asking what she’d do if she were in my place, if I
were the one buried in the cold, hard soil of the barrens. God, I miss her,
but I know she’d be down, so when the opportunity comes, I’m going to take
it. People are gonna get hurt, say some. People are gonna die. Innocent
people, they say. Screw 'em.
I’ve got nothing else to lose.
I can be a real bitch that way.
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The four claw marks ripping through her name tell me that she was the lucky
one, lucky to be dead, lucky not to have to carry on the knifing pain, the
empty nights...
...the curse.
Now, once a month, I turn into a real bitch. On the night of the full moon,
Marker has me bound — nothing kinky — along with a couple of other
unfortunates. Our numbers are growing. We yelp, howl, and scratch at our
bonds until dawn, craving blood, mayhem, meat (the thought of it just turns
my stomach), then sleep the next day until it’s time for celebration, for
calling on the moon to change the tides, reverse the flow.
Marker says we’re not unlucky. He says he has a plan. Just one of us, he
says, dropped back inside of Jerico, and the walls would crack and splinter.
A few of us, say ten or so, and the whole thing would come tumbling down.
A year ago, I’d have been horrified. Today, he makes sense. Maybe I am a
monster. I think of Megan, asking what she’d do if she were in my place, if I
were the one buried in the cold, hard soil of the barrens. God, I miss her,
but I know she’d be down, so when the opportunity comes, I’m going to take
it. People are gonna get hurt, say some. People are gonna die. Innocent
people, they say. Screw 'em.
I’ve got nothing else to lose.
I can be a real bitch that way.
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