Friday's flash fiction this week is a poem. Sap and gore. It's sweet and sticky.
Until Death Do Us Part by Dan Dillard
If I stabbed you would you call me cold?
To have and hold.
So we can grow old.
With undying love I would plunge it through.
A muscle beating for me and you.
The end won’t come when I stop your heart.
Although our pledge was,
until death do us part.
Immortal, these feelings that will not die.
I see it in your eyes.
Maybe I should cut them out too?
Remove all traces of me from you.
Investigations would find you bare,
but I’m still there.
And if you did the same for me, then would they see?
We are the same thing you and me.
We aren’t destroyed so easily.
This flesh that lives is just a sack,
something to attack, it doesn’t live.
It holds our beings so we might be,
but doesn’t complete the you and me.
We are we because of we.
That’s not held inside the heart,
a muscle, to be ripped apart.
Until the next pair make their start,
and say ‘Until death, do us part.’