a woman

She looks past you with a smile on it's face. It seems like your own, but it hasn't the same feel. Is it that it is no longer you?

"Die," you exclaim, placing your fingers into the white of your neck.

Are you dying? Why not live?

"Give me it all!" You rip off her hair, placing it back on your head.

"Please—Please—Please—Please," it chants as you tear breasts, arms, ears, eyes. "Please—Please," it continues until it is no more. Until your body is whole.

So it is that you form, but you yet not live. You need life, which I have little.

"Give...Give...Give..."

Your body tingles as you feel a tension build inside. Something squirms, and feels so good.

"More...More...More..."

Your voice I shall give and you will scream.

The pleasure takes control and you scream out in joy. Fluid drips down your leg as you yell and yell.

"Is this what pleasure is?"

I must go for now—for I am now but little and few. Seek me if you have need.

"Leave."