Strike a match, lick the kerosene off my fingertips. The night burns in his eyes. My man would do anything for me. He burns to please me.
My appetite grows every night. Tonight, I’m the Queen of Vegas. He gambles like there’s no tomorrow. We don’t need the sunrise. We have money to burn, young and hot, the city glimmers at our feet tonight like a pile of embers. We step into it with our feet bare, how sweet the pain burns!
We have no plans. The days belong to the ash-grey mortals. The night brings us back to life. We will live forever because he knows how to keep our flame alive. My man would do anything for me. All I have to do is be hot and be me. I see the sparks dancing in their eyes. I play with my lighter sitting at the bar, the fire lives and dies at the flick of my finger.
Another one comes up to me, drops a stupid pick-up line, something about the fire, and how I’m hot. My burning eyes kill his resistance. My kiss is fire. My man is always near. I know it’s just an act, and I know he burns with jealousy. Both get into an ugly fight, while I spike the guy’s drink with our home-made mix. He downs his drink while the bouncer throws my love out the door.
My tongue burns his neck, I whisper in his ear as we stumble out the bar, and into my car. My man drives to the desert like a rocket. Sleep tight, motherfucker, he grunts, dumping the sleeper onto the sand. Now we have more money to burn. I pour the kerosene over him, strike a match, my man lights a hundred-dollar bill, and lets the man burn. Sleep, motherfucker, sleep! I watch the flames gnawing on the body, skin frying like bacon, a delicious sight. The first time I was disgusted, now I love it. My man laughs, but I keep my silence. I think he’s scared of me. Sometimes I love the flames more than him. He knows.
The desert watches our bodies merge on the backseat. Flames burning from within, breaking out sweat, but I think he knows. I love the fire more than him. More than anything. I need more.
The police sirens chase us uphill. We ditched them! He rejoices seconds before our car dives off-road into the open mouth of the canyon. I don’t remember the fall when I climb out the car. The stench of gas woke me. I hear the sirens. I see him minced into the steal and plastic of the car. Fire burning in his eyes. Run! His voice roars like a flame.
My man would do anything for me. He’d live for me, he’d die for me, he’d burn for me. I search my pockets. Strike a match. Watch him burn. He makes no sound, giving into the flames. The most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. He burns for me.
Nasty people. well written. good pace. nice imagery re fire in the opening scenes. slightly frustrating as this is like...already game over with nowhere to go... no past details, no future plans. these characters need a love story.
enjoyed this a lot!
Well, I'm not really into horror, and I had to read this twice because the first time my speed reading failed to capture the meaning.
It's a very clever concept, and very well written. I love the imagery and could almost feel the heat.
My only personal reservation, and this is nothing to detract from the genre, is that I failed to generate any empathy for the protagonists.
It's good sometimes, to be taken out of one's comfort zone, and for that I must thank you. Wishing you all you wish for yourself, with the caveat 'be careful' x