Every Night, She Grows Stronger

She begged me to hold her just one more night. Her skin was cold but I kissed her

anyway. She whispered that if I stopped she would disappear forever.

I pulled her closer until I felt something moving inside her chest. Something alive.

Something crawling. Her grip tightened like a vice and her eyes went black. I can't die unless

you let go she whispered. But my arms wouldn't move. They never do. Every night I hold

her. Every night something inside her grows stronger. And every morning

I wake up a little less alive.