storytime: lover in a cage

Oct 25, 2009 21:01

"Relax... it's over, you belong to me I fill your mouth with dirt
Relax... it's over, you can never leave I take your second digit with me...
Love...
You are... my first, I can barely breathe I find you fascinating
You are... my favorite, lay you down to sleep It's all that I can do to stop...
Love...
So blue... so broken, paper doll decays I haven't left you yet
So cold... subversive, your eyes are full of bleach
Tomorrow, I will go away again...
Love...
YOU ARE MINE, YOU WILL ALWAYS BE MINE
I CAN TEAR YOU APART
I CAN RECOMBINE YOU
ALL I WANT IS TO COVET YOU ALL
YOU BELONG TO ME
I WILL KILL YOU TO LOVE YOU. (love) "_"iowa"_slipknot

lover in a cage

i made him out of sticks and mud, a pumpkin with a smile and eyes and a small candle, with feathers and with rags. i named him jack (short for jack-o-lantern). he named me love. i built him a cage of iron to live in, and spiderweb chains to keep him next to the wall. i didnt want him to go away, and leave me all alone again. i didnt want to be alone anymore, so i built jack.

i fed him spiders and roaches and flies from outside. his candle-lit eyes would stare longingly at me as i brought his bowl. and he would never take his eyes off me as he ate. for i was his love, i made him that way. he lived only for me, to keep me from being alone. and slowly, i lived for him too. he was my love as i was his. when he asked me, "love, could you open the window? my eyes shine upon you too dimly with candlelight to see you as well as i wish to see you," i opened the window for him, and let him see me in the sunlight. with the brightness of the day, he could see me as well as i could see him: dressed in a faded blue skirt, buttoned shirt, black slippers, gold hair, blue eyes. his eyes starred at me even more intently then. the candle-lit eyes glowing brighter then the suns rays. he loved me so much.

when i next came down to the basement with his food, those eyes still burned for me. he asked me to come closer to him, to let him smell my scent of lavender and cinnamon, so i slid him the keys to his chains in his bowl of flies. and he came towards me and gazed into my eyes, and stood closer to me then he ever had before. and we stood together until the sun went down, and i went back upstairs to sleep.

when he told me he felt so thin, i slit my hand and mixed in my blood into his bowl. the spiders and roaches and flies swam in the red drink, and jack ate. jack grew bigger with my blood, and he thanked me over and over for saving him. and he apologized over and over for causing me to bleed, but i told him it was nothing. i had done it for him, and so, it hurt me none. instead, every drop of blood brought a drop of happiness to my heart. for i was healing my love, and that made all pain go away.

when he said he still hungered, that he felt thin once more, i gave him my meals along with his own. my skin stretched to my bones, but jack became fuller. his mud and sticks no longer crumbled and snapped. they were thick and strong; larger then mine.

when he asked to feel my hand, i placed it inside his cage. when he placed my finger into his smile, i let him take it. when i pulled back my bloodied hand, i felt no pain. only happiness.

jack asked me if i loved him, and i told him i did. i told him my heart was his. and then, i gave it to him.

jack left the cage after that, but he still loved me. he cradled me in his arms before leaving the basement. he kept me in his arms as he crawled into the sunlight and moonlight for the first time. for i built him to love me. and he does. and i built him so ill never be alone. and i never am.
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