One Shot Short – Stephanie Scarlett

Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

I need her. I want her…. I worship her.

I could give a shit less about Stefano…. Or…

Dear Heaven.

Her mouth…

It encases me.

It worships me.

It sucks me….

It welcomes me.

We are adulterers…

The rain pounds against the exterior of this plane.

I pound against her.

Her legs wrap against me. Around me…

She welcomes me.

I do not deny her. I do not fight her. I am hers. She is mine.

The pink of her dress … The white of her coat….

I rip the buttons of the dress… I tarnish the coat.

I do not care.

I need…

Her.

I need her.

My tongue flicks against her chin… her neck… her breast…

I empty myself within her. 

I have nothing more. She has all of me. All… Of… Me..

God. What has she done to me?

God!

This is so fucked up.

I should still be the one doing this with her every night.

I should have fought for her…

But I could not. I remember, as my body calms.

I had a fiancée. A pregnant fiancée…

How different things may have been without that.

Why could she not be Brady’s mother?

Why….