Can We be Friends?
Blood in the ocean, I have shark like eyes. My teeth are big, do you want to see them? I’ll be kind, I promise, I won’t bite. Under the blue water I track the long legs that move, quickly trying to keep lungs clean. There are different sizes. Some are skinny, pure bone with a thin layer of skin. Others are thick, muscles bulging, beckoning. I watch them with mild interest, waiting for the right one, mouth watering. It’s always great to fill my stomach, red meat, juicy flesh, coating the emptiness inside. There’s joy in the hunt, from the wait to the attack.
An expectation that tastes bittersweet climbs up my throat, a low sound of hunger, a narrowing of my eyes. I know when the time comes, I feel it from beginning to end. I’m not cruel about it, even though I enjoy it. I make it quick. I’ll drown you nice and sweet. There is no point in torture, it’s a useless delay. I get straight to the point, holding you under, hugging you to my chest, like a mother cradles her child. I have strong arms, they don’t waver. I keep you there with me for as long as it takes, until your body stops moving, finding stillness underwater.
I only start biting once I know you’re dead, I don’t let you see the blood, chunks of you finding their way into my mouth. I honor your sacrifice, I savor you, take my time. I don’t like to rush the process, losing my head in the enjoyment. Each moment is mine, I take care of it, make sure I’ll remember all the details so I can play it back once we are done. The memory feeds me over and over again.
Isn’t this nice? You and me under seafoam. It’s so clear I can see all the details of your face, your beauty brings me happiness. I like to hoard beautiful things, so I’ll take every piece of you for myself, from the flesh of your arms to your organs, gorgeous bloody things. Your hair tickles my neck as you thrash around, it makes me giggle, you’re so playful. I wish we could play hide and seek together, with all these dark rocks around, we would have a blast. But it’s wrong to play with your food, I know that. Still, it would be so fun to spend more time with you.
They all leave me so fast it makes me want to cry, tears mingling with the salt water. It would be so nice to capture a friend. I would hunt for the both of us, find us nice shelter, tell all my secrets. You would make a good friend, resilient like this, how you struggle, with such strength! I honestly feel like you are doing this just for me! It’s so nice when it takes a while, we just dance around in the water. Are you sure you don’t want to be my friend? I promise if we become friends I’ll never bite you, I’ll be so sweet to you, we’ll be close like siblings, I know so many fun games, you’ll never get bored!
Oh. You stopped moving. That’s fine. I really thought you would say yes. Well, we must go on with the show.
What strange clothes you people wear, I use them as little flags for all my favorite rocks. I’ll keep yours too, I know just where to put it. Now, where should I begin? I like to change things up a bit every time, it makes it more exciting. Your left leg looks so delicious, that’s where I’ll start. You taste just right, I knew you were the one. Now I don’t feel so bad for not keeping you as a friend, you were made to be eaten. I can take my time, everyone knows to leave me alone, I like to have my meals in solitude. Although to be fair, your blood smells fantastic, I would understand if they got curious.
Oh, how quick I gobbled up your legs! I couldn’t help myself, this is truly fine dining! My teeth bite down with efficiency, that’s how I learned to go about this.Your arms are next. I’m… What’s the word? I always forget it, I get so caught up in this, everything else is misplaced. I’m organized… I’m… I’m…
Methodical! That’s right. I’m methodical, once I decide where to start I like to follow a system. First your legs, next your arms, then I’ll take chunks of your torso.
You look so crazy like this! My bloody little treasure. I know what I’m going to do. I’ll leave your heart for dessert. I just know you had a good one.
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