My Willful Ignorance

In honor of the fall coming up, I wanted to write a quick story about a monster and an unfortunate lover. Feels good to write just for the fun of it.

The lies I tell have such a sour taste as they crawl down from my tongue and into my belly. The rock sits there making it almost impossible to stand straight and look at you in the eyes. I have heard your screams a thousand times, but only from the scenarios I have played in my mind, I know your reaction to the truth would be so much harsher than the lie. I often wondered if you might hurt me. I have never seen you angry before, but I would imagine it potential chaos as everything you built up implodes onto me. I think the thing I fear, is that I could hurt you. Fear does not look good on me.

It is almost too easy to hide it all from you. You compliment my frail appearance and sleepy days. You never question why I leave my side of the bed cold for hours at night, only complimenting my healthy glow the following days. I often wonder if you suspect anything of me. I find it hard to believe you trust me so, you trust me well enough to do and act upon my own and you are there still never a question to accuse has ever left your lips.

You see I am almost the one who must accuse you now, how and why have you come upon me? So close here in bed and yet you choose to remain in the dark, you have been hiding in there for far too long, and now I must understand how you could live with a monster and let them lie to you.

Are you weak my dear? I could fix that, but in order to I must tell you the truth for once. My flesh and bone are not that of Adam and Eve, but I am the babe of snakes and deception. I hunt people as you sleep to fill the void in me as I tear them apart so I can come home to you and be the good you see in me.

Only, it is getting so much harder to be good and I must hunt more often. People are starting to talk, and you have even mentioned the headlines of papers to me, even on a sunny day you talk about murder.

I am afraid you already know my lies, the way you talk of pride for the monster who slays as if you love them. As you love me. You taunt me, you guilt me. It angers me.

Now because of this I no longer have one to hold, to kiss, and to come home to. Your love for being in the dark has now given you permanent darkness at my hands. I simply wanted to do you a favor, my love. Goodbye, my willful ignorance.