Give Me Your Name

He was burrowed deep in me. My muscles ached, my legs ached, my whole body ached. The opening of my womb pulsed sharply.

And I hated him more now than ever before. Because of the things he'd made me do. And say.

"A part of you wanted to say them." He nipped my ear. Sucking on my earlobe. "Mmm. Every part of you is so soft. And tastes like honey."

You'll never taste me again. I vowed to myself.

"Won't I?" His brow lifted.

I shook my head beneath his hand.

***

"I'm going to uncover your mouth. But you must swear to me to let me heal you before you say my name if you're intent on doing so."

Before he is gone forever.

Fine, you fool! You can heal me. Then you'll be banished.

He looked somewhat hazy like a dark, naked, ghost before me. Light and shadows visible through him. But I could see some of every part of him now.

He was right. He was becoming more visible to me.

Stealing my strength.