And as I taste your blood and flesh, I am intoxicated by the sweetness of our love.
How can they forbid love in a place where it's the very essence of our humanity? Do they see themselves as arbiters of holiness? They speak of love with disdain, as if it's a curse infecting their world. But we know better, don't we? We are not rats scurrying in their shadows. We are lovers, bound by a bond deeper than their narrow minds can comprehend.
My beloved, the thought of life without you is unbearable. I would rather embrace death than face a world where we are torn apart. Perhaps death itself can unite us in a way they cannot imagine.
They say consuming the flesh of another strengthens the bond between souls. So, let us feast on each other's hearts, ensuring our reunion in the next life. Do you not agree, my love?
Tonight, under the watchful gaze of the full moon atop the hill, let us make our pact. It's time to leave this world and embrace our eternal bond. As the moonlight bathes us in its ethereal glow, let us carve into each other's chests.
Your delicate skin gives away to my blade, a sacrifice to our forbidden love. I apologize for ruining its beauty. Your heart, beating with love, is a precious gift in my hand. I am grateful that it beats only for me. And as I taste your blood and flesh, I am intoxicated by the sweetness of our love.
But what about my heart? Does it satisfy your hunger, my dear? I hope it tastes of undying devotion and longing. Take my hand now, for as we slip into the embrace of death, know that I will seek you out in the realm beyond. Together, we’ll journey through eternity, united in love’s eternal embrace.
-C.G.
Written to join the writing challenge: Ten Days of Banquet.
Prompt: “To be loved is to be devoured; I pray I am digestible to you.”
