Made For Each Other

My heart’s racing like it’s never raced before. She was made for me. Those eyes, large and dark, make me putty in her hands. The glossy stare could be for just anybody, but it isn’t. Those eyes hone in on me. Like two black coals studded with a microscopic diamond, those eyes scan me up and down. Her skin is smooth and a cool mix of grays and greens. Those lips, made to receive my kisses, are like two sickly worms longing to be on my cheek.

Her hair is beautifully ragged like bundles of wire and burnt hay. Like the unwelcoming night, her hair is deathly black. I can just get lost and sleep in her hair forever. I love to run my calloused, cold hands through it, gliding my fingers along the white streak that runs along the side of her head. A simple, white gown is all she needs. She’s too beautiful for any frock, but that gown plays its role well and just accentuates her loveliness.

“It’s alive!!!!” my father exclaims as he throws the switch. As the sky crackles with electricity, her hands twitch as do her cheeks. Her eyelids snap open as smoke rises from her body. She sits up and with those large eyes she looks upon me… and screams.

“Welcome home, my bride,” I whisper to myself, “Welcome home.”