hard to complain

she came into the room wearing nothing but a bloodstained apron and a smile

her eyes gleaming with passion

i could nothing but stare at her in love and appreciation

ready

i can only nod

not daring to speak

to break the moment

she smiles

sadly

a hint of bittersweet to the pure sugar of her gaze

i love you

and those words

when uttered by those lips

can be the most enlightening

or devastating

depending on tone

and as she raises the cleaver up

the light catching the metal

and the moisture in her eyes

i mouth it back

i love you too

and she swings it down

it sticks in the bone of my thigh

as she wrestles it free

i can only gaze in amazement at her fluid grace

again and again until the leg is severed

i watch as she holds it with care before cutting and chopping and wrapping it in brown paper held closed by twine

are you okay

i nod

so enamored by the sheer power of her

again she raises the cleaver high

again

i love you

i smile

knowing i willingly give every piece of me to her

to have and to tear

to rend and to devour

i am hers

and she knows this

and as she takes my other leg she sobs with the gift of myself i give so freely

understanding that without her i am nothing

she is my world

my sanctuary from the tumultuous world of pain outside this bedroom

this land of disenchantment where she is the only proof of magic i’ve ever witnessed

a glorious being of light that makes the ills outside vanish with one glance

she pulls out a wicked blade and sets it upon my sternum

and with practiced grave slices down from chest to groin

a small shudder of pleasure passed through me as my organs spill onto the bed about my prone form

with care and patience she unspools the things that make me me

again pulling the choicest cuts out and wrapping them in paper

sealing them with her lips

my liver and kidneys, pancreas and diaphragm

lovingly playing with feet of once coiled intestines

the cleaver again

removing sections of ribs with deft slices

i feel her fingers as they run along my lungs and heart before plucking them out as well

watch as she lifts my heart

still beating into the air before her

tears rolling down her cheeks

for me

only you i somehow wheeze

it is erotic and sublime as she takes a bite from it

watching blood run down her chin

her teeth tearing at the tough muscle and rubbery clinging arteries

she runs her tongue down the rhythmically inflating lungs

a shiver running down her spine

mine as well but it may be the air conditioning kicking on

i can no longer tell the difference

my arms at the shoulders come off next

she kisses my twitching fingers

allows them to caress her as i watch unfeeling

i truly do love you

then take it all i mutter as my vision fades

it’s your

always has been i just didn’t know it

she leans down with her bloody grin and kisses me as the light fades from my eyes

damn you i wish i could scream

wanting this moment to last longer and cursing my own weakness

but for a way to go

by the hands of the one i love

it’s hard to complain

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