Things That Bang

Fiction: Release

In my arms you find death. The deceptive embrace warms your departing soul. Teeth dig in and tongue laps in with a sweet thirst that your kind call deliberate murder. Droplets stain the stiff collar of your office shirt. Memories of mundane living pass through my mind like distorted reel punctuated with flights of emotions. I pull you closer to my cold bosom and strain against your heart that slowly forgets to beat. We make love- Death and life. You sigh and your arms fall to your sides. Your eyes stare at the migratory cranes that fly across the sombre cold moon and their woeful cries are the last echoing sounds you remember. In death I release you from the shackles of flesh and you feel lighter. But a thin chain of grief holds you back from floating away like a cloud responding to the call of a wayward wind. Your soul turns and looks at the empty shell that housed you held by another vessel that brims full with your blood. You watch as I hold you closer still and cry dead tears. You gaze up again at the luminescent moon and stars that seem closer. Home, you think and become one with the energy of life. I lay down your corpse still warm with our embrace and head towards the bright lights and laughter. The hunger remains and the grief- a constant companion.