Her Pain

They say they love her but she isn't sure. They are always yelling as they ate away at her happiness. She screams out her sweet pain as the parasites of life eat her soul. She is told that she is crazy that she isn't wanted. She imagines flies feasting on their cold dead flesh. Their eyes will look up at her with lifeless wonder. She sifts their blood through her fingers and relishes in the sticky warmth. She knows she must hide them but she wants to play just a bit longer. Her nose twitches at the metallic scent of blood. She tastes the blood dripping off of her fingers and her pupils dilated and she drank deep of the revenge of her pain. And then she snaps back to life. She is reading a vampire novel. She wishes she could be one of them. She wants to run with the wind. She doesn't want to be around this deathly darkness.