A blinding light shines from behind his deeming eyes.
I bear my claws, attempting to sway him from attack.
Unsuccessful.
Wielding his scythe above his head, the lifeless, turbulent man steps
towards me and stops.
“I dare you!” I shout into the barren night.
With one swift motion his scythe cuts through the thick blackness
and rips into my hollow chest.
Dropping the scythe, he forces his hand through my cavity to seize my
dying heart.
Suspending it in front of me, he laughs demonically and says, “I wanted to
touch that which only I could have broken.”
Returning my shriveled heart to my chest, he heals my wounds with loving
words, soft kisses, and a gentle embrace.
Someday he will be the death of me.

~Kryson