...And She Screamed So Loud

I could've told him she would leave him cold.

The moment we brushed against each other.

Became close.

The look in his eyes now,

as all the pieces assemble.

The stillness of shock.

He mistook their years as safety.

Possession.

Then--

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I stole them like a thief.

He never knew we touched. She'd wash me away before they'd meet.

Every time.

No residue.

We conspired, her and I.

I am the secret that kept all the others,

company.

She trembled as she gripped me.

When I was warm to her palms.

With him it wasn't the same.

"I never imagined I'd do something like this..."

They always say that. As if there was no premeditation.

No exchange of fiat.

Hotel rooms, vacation homes, backseats.

Wherever my services are needed.

Some clients are quite particular.

No glove. No love.

No kisses. No real names.

She met me before she decided on him.

Truth of it all.

Ran her fingers along my spine.

Lingering for more.

The smart ones always hedge.

For them, love is nothing more than a ticker symbol in a portfolio.

And never her largest position.

He was beginning to see it now,

but it was too late.

His blood stained the sheets.

I trembled in her cold hands.

Smoke seeped from my mouth.

She closed her eyes to my warmth.

Bit down on her bottom lip.

She wiped her prints from my body.

My serial number filed clean.

Then she placed me in his lifeless hand...

...And she screamed so loud.