My Heaven and Hell
I live in my name now. I am more of a bogle than a true ghost, existing only in the whispers between boy in the bathrooms of club. Most just throw me about to get a rise out of fresh meat. There are a few that I loathe. Speaking as though they narrowly escaped my bloodied talons. if I had wished to kill those wastes of flesh, I would of. It's hell being dead. or maybe I'm just in hell. I stood in the club, watching the milling and trying to avoid being touched. He caught my eyes easily enought. Shirtless, ripped and bathed in light and sweat. From below him came a blue glow like a cold spring twilight. From above cast a red corona that all but gave the sensation of heat. These colors washed over his chest and torso, vying for their place and mingling into a bruise of shadows where the battles were lost. I sighed from the irriatation of having just one more thing to want. Drifting my way over the hunger only became stronger, uncoiling from within. I felt drawn to the liquid candy colors. For a breath and then another, I just watched in a sick awe of heavy hung lust. Unable to resist any longer I moved into him. When you are nothing, it is easy to pour yourself into something tangible and stretch out inside. I listened to his blood drum up to fill his strong heart, his lungs pull like a bird beating it wings in a lazy flight, and the electricity spark and jump from nerve to nerve. The warmth of his body all but made me sad while I could tell the chill of my thought ran his flesh to ice. I held his heart as it sped up in fear and the warmth begin to fade like a spring sun losing it's tenure to storm clouds. I could not pull away nore did I want to. This was heaven. To truly touch upon another's essence and to let it pass through your fingers like stringy wisps of sand. His heart slowed and he began to gasp, lungs taking true flight, but even then, I could not be swayed. I stayed within him as he collapsed, as others noticed and gathered, and when there was nothing left I pulled out. A grin tugged within me to hear my name in the whispered humm of the crowd that filled in wake of his passing. This would be my heaven and hell.