What more do I have to offer you?

What more could I give?

What more do you want?

What other piece of myself have I not shared?

What words,

what thoughts,

what acts have I not devoted to you?

What blood,

what sweat,

what seed have I not given to you?

What flesh would satiate your hunger?

What bits of brain and bone would appease you?

 

Devourer of men,

heartless and bottomless void.

I would carve out my own heart if it would quiet you.

I would drain my body of every fluid to slake your endless thirst.

This world is a vampire.

This world is a succubus.

Devil concubine.

Unholy and repugnant allure.

 

Take it from me.

 

I yearn for you.

In the dead of winter I love your stark absence of life;

the dearth of fecundity.

In summer,

I languish in your hellish heat;

knowing every…