Creature Fear

My eyes are what attracted you to me.

I look younger than I really am. Not by much, but enough that you find me just adorable. Like a teenager brimming with desire, hormones and life. The kind that will make you forget your own age, for at least a night.

In my eyes you saw hope, longing for your touch, a shyness that you found intoxicating.

You took me to your room. The night was young, your bed was made by maids the minute you’d gotten out of it. And yet it looked slept in. You didn’t get out much. Your husband was important enough that you didn’t have to, or couldn’t get to.

Either way, your room is your universe. Your jewels hang on display, but no one comes here. You display them to remind yourself of why you married him. Without their cold glimmering reflections it gets harder every day to remember why you accepted the life he offered.

What you wouldn’t give to be my age again. To feel young love once more, to feel a lover’s arms around you, to defy the entire order of the world and actually believe you will make it with your dreams and morals intact.

The luscious sheets grab at us, you look at my body, your eyes envious, you even forget yourself for a moment, loving the illusion of the night, embracing the moment. I lay there, almost afraid, it brings a smile on your face.

You’ll take care of me won’t you? Make me a man?

After we’re done, we lay, side by side, your face is a painting of fulfillment, despite my inexperience, the moment was precious enough that you found your pleasure in it.

The next morning, you will be found dead, your smile frozen in death, your happiness offered for your maids to see. A smidge of troll’s blood on the injection hole the needle made when I injected you full of liquid death will make it disappear, making your death seem like a natural one for all those curious enough to look for a reason other than the obvious. Your husband will believe you died in your sleep.

Your face will tell him he made you happy by offering you this life.

Your face will tell the maids you had a lover in your bed for they knew of your deep sadness.

Your face told me I was ready to become a man. I’ll stay in a hotel room, for a day.

If they don’t come find me by tomorrow, I’ll set out to find my father.

I just hope he’s everything I imagine him to be.

For his sake, and mine.