11.2.13

part deux.

Seductive whispers became the downfall of the girl. He spoke of romantic trysts and eternal promises; skeleton keys to her heart. It wasn't long before her guard crumbled, vulnerability quickly taking its place. "Come with me," the wolf murmured, taking her skeletal hands in his, "and I will give you the world." 
"Take me," she breathed, letting him lead her deeper into the woods. The chilly air bit her cheeks, goose flesh bloomed across her entire body, but she couldn't feel it. All she felt was his warm hands in hers. He was the world; nothing else mattered. And because of that, she let the wolf have his way with her in his den of shadows..
The morning found her naked and fragile. Her fair skin had turned translucent, finger-painted with her own blood; it trickled crimson rivers down her chest, where a gaping hole bloomed. Inside, the bones of her rib-cage emerged like the skeleton of a sunken ship; the hidden treasure--her sweet, beating heart--was nowhere to be seen, along with the wretched wolf who'd stolen it. 

1 comment:

  1. This is so evocative and powerful. I am drowning quietly in your words.

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