Take it Slow

She kneels. Back straight. Posture perfect.
Her beautiful face is hidden in the makeshift curtain of her hair as she focuses on the ground.
My eager little mouse. So anxious to give.
Vulnerable.
Clueless.
She’s a gift.
Equivalent to seeing and touching the sun with no consequences.
A balance of light to my darkness.

She resembles a damsel. I know she’s anything but.
I’ve seen the inside of her garden. Ran the tips of my fingers over her thorns.
It’s tempting. Dizzying.
I want to destroy the beauty of it. Petal for petal.
Wilt every luscious vine. Poison the fruits.
See the beauty of it fall.
Chase away all who try to enter.
Mine.

She thinks she knows me. Understands me. My purpose.
Has cracked the code.
I feed her illusion.
I know she’s danced with monsters. I’ve seen their shadows.
Feeding on the purest parts of her garden like succubi.
Cowards. Weak.
She knows them. So she thinks she knows me.
She doesn’t.

She begs me to take. She depends on it.
Thinking if she hands it over, she doesn’t have to admit defeat.
I ignore her pleas. It’s for her own good.
Patience.
Because I will take it all. Eventually.
Ruin her to anything less. I’ll sow my seeds into her garden.
Watch as her beauty grows back stronger.
Every leaf that wilts. New ones will grow.

She’s expecting it to be quick. Sudden.
But that’s not how I play my game.

I WILL take it all.
Take it.
Slow.