ONE.

it doesn’t speak.
the knife bleeds on the carpet.

TWO.

it has no eyes.
it screams in pain.
more blood on the carpet.

THREE.

it seems complete.
it doesn’t recognize you.
four dead bodies.

FOUR.

the bathroom tiles are cold against your naked skin.
it recognizes you.
it hates you.
a lot less than you deserve.
the blood is easier to wash.

FIVE.

you’ve moved to a bed.
not yours. his.
it awakens like he always did.
it loves you.
it says your name like he did.
the knife is cold in your tight grip.
it is complete.
you throw the knife under the bed.
he lays his head on your chest.

on your phone, a text to the others:
burn them. he can’t know.

(FIVE.)
how does it feel to be godly?
bloody.