The Writing Machine

Stories by Christian Cloud Abraham

Eating her Demons

I could hear their low growls as I worked through the bone, worming each finger through until at last I had a grip on the gates.

I reached for my heart with hands fashioned like razors, cutting through the skin slowly, pulling my chest apart, exposing my heart, holding in my pain, increasing the gravity of my soul like a black hole, sucking the demons from her soul and into the darkest chambers of my heart.

I could hear their low growls as I opened the wound for her, reaching in through the flesh, working into the bone, causing my fear to become strength, her pain was my pain and I swallowed it with pleasure taking her demons down into my bowels.

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© 2005 Christian Cloud Abraham

Posted on September 4, 2005 in
Emotion: Tender, Type: Creative Nonfiction