She eats me every night.
One bite at a time.
Start with your feet and end with your heart.
I enter another world.
There is a flesh-colored sky, a breathing earth, and two tombstones.
One is engraved with her name.
One with mine engraved on it.
She woke up during the day and asked me: Did you sleep well last night?
I said: Very good.
She knew I was lying.
I knew she was lying to herself.
Because there is still someone living among us.
That person only shows up at two in the morning.
The man said: I have been waiting for you for thirteen hundred years.
You ask me where I am now?
I lay next to her. Moonlight filtered in through the curtains.
She is sleeping. Breathing very lightly. There is a little smile on the corner of the mouth.
She is who she is during the day, and she is who she is at night.
Can't tell.
But there was a new note on the nightstand.
There are only three words on it:
Do you remember it?
I can't remember.
But I know, tomorrow night.
She will also eat me.
I'll still go in.
I will also touch the two tombstones.
You will also see the figure kneeling and crying.
That figure from behind seems to be me.
