I Broke a Girl's Heart
I met
her walking through the park as the sun set on a fine day, drawing it
to a beginning for us nocturnal creatures who prefer to work by the
light of the moon, or no light at all.
She
came with me willingly when I said I wanted to show her wonders. We
walked to my vehicle as Venus looked down and it's unuspected
inhabitants probably studied us through their large telescopes, we
didn't know how their glass withstood the sulphuric acid rain.
I said
she'd probably forget me, she said there was no way she ever would. I
gave her something to drink, colour of stardust, glittering faintly.
It made
her succeptible to my suggestions, although may I frankly say against
aspersions of immorality, or indeed evil, that she was succeptible
anyway.
Her
examination was unremarkable, although she did at one point say she
feared the nature of my eyes. Well, duh, that's what they were there
for. She responded well to both forms of implantation, and bled only
heavily nasally and internally. My ash coloured skin was lightly
stained with her haemoglobin rich blood, a colour not known well to
me at home.
She
would remember in dreams, if not overtly. In fact, she let it known
to me she had begun to confide in a hypnotherapist. Hah! Shyster!
It did
her no good. The third time, it was time to remove what we implanted.
Messy. It survived, but she, well, she didn't. Not our fault she was
a forty a day smoker. A walking coronary. Dismissed as mad too. When
everything she tried to say was true.
Still,
her progeny lives on with us on our everlasting voyage. Too bad it is
so sickly.
Copyright
Bloody Mulberry 07/08/2012
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