She Already Had My Name

I met her at 2:17 a.m. She smiled like she already knew me.

Her fingers brushed my wrist. Cold. Too cold. But i didn’t pull

away. She leaned close and whispered, “don’t worry… i only hurt people

i like.” I laughed. Bad idea. The lights flickered. Her reflection didn’t.

She traced a nail down my chest and said, “your heartbeat is loud.

it’s flirting with me.” I tried to step back. The room didn’t

let me. Her mouth was near my ear now. Warm breath. Dead voice.

“stay,” she said softly. “i get lonely after i take them.” I realized something