The Feast of Us

She thought love would save us. It didn’t.

It made us visible. Vulnerable. It put a target on her back — and then watched her bleed for it.

I swore I’d never let them take her. But they did. And what they did to her… Even monsters would weep.

She still looks at me like I’m her protector. Like I didn’t arrive too late. Like I’m not already halfway gone from what I had to do to bring her home.

Now they want us to kneel beside them. To share in their feast. To prove our love by giving it up.

But I remember who she is. How she gasps when I take control. How her pulse stutters when she finally feels safe.

And so when they reach for her next… I’ll make sure I feed them their own fingers.

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