Even now, As we embrace, Her arms fail to respond As proper human arms do. They are thick tentacles, The tendrils of a monster, The arms of carnivorous octopi. As we embrace, I feel unknowingly preyed upon, Eaten up and cast away, A gracious meal For her red, pouting lips. Jagged teeth have carved gashes Into her swollen cheeks. Great, lofty wings Lower her into her seat. Horns are buried there, Rooted into her coal-black hair. I joke that she has no need For utensils...she doesn't laugh. Her eyes burn with hellfire. A scream bursts forth; Deadly and spiked with anger. It shakes, The shriek, it shakes the walls. And all I can wonder Is if it was her or I Who had the presence to scream it. The food is good. Her scarred body licks Flames against the table As is smokes and pulses. I want to hear her speak; I need to know she can feel me. Her aura turns and makes me faint. It is a long afternoon. I see her out And wither as I watch her go. She gives me an acidic, Other-worldly smile. I can smell her as she used to be, But this demon shell suits her much too well.