The text was soundless yet an alarm.
The miniscule screen casted a chilling, flourescent light into his face.
His eyes reflected nothing.
Despite his apparent defenses, the words got in and pierced his heart five times, each for one of his flaws that he loved to feel.
One, the agonizing twist of a blade in your chest; a fantasy he’s so desired. The cool knife would knot all of your dreams made of blood in a single motion. Then, once the murder tool was removed, you knew they were all gone. Adieu, my soft, nebulous foreshadowings.
Two, the absolutely unbearable dehumanizing device of fire. Scattering around the body and removing all mortal qualities, it will turn you into ashes. You will not become a phoenix. You will be ashes to be kept and wept over by loved ones until history removes your existence.
Three, the silent disappearance of entering the ocean and never returning. The way you stare up at the sun beyond the waves. A beautiful curtain close; as the bright star wishes you good luck. Air is gone when the sea steals you away as a bedded lover on the sandy floor.
Four, the bound torture from another. Ropes nipping at your wrists as there’s no possibilty of screaming. Biting your gag only creates a dense pressure on your skull. A hazy vision of who you are begs for you to fight back. You love the orderly fashion a knife can give on your skin, though. When he gives the final blow, it is bliss.
Lastly, five, when you are in control. A warm, drawn bath to your right, and the beloved gun in your sink. No longer will blood be slipping down the drain; a pastel mixture of water and that red desire. Only the slipping of clothes as you become bare, taking the knife in your trembling hands and sighing when you sink into the water. Your loved ones aren’t even worth goodbyes as you pull that lusted trigger.
…You like the taste of something that brings back bad memories, don’t you?
He closes the phone. ”
Light is gone.