Decomposition

I watched her from the mirror, I put the blade inside her palm. “Come on you can do it sweetie, let’s watch you decompose.” My reflection is smiling, Pure animal, lupine, the eyes that mirror my own; caught in the moon’s shine. Glint along the metal, poised just above my wrist, again she is whispering. “Don’t you be afraid.” Her hand presses against my own, “I can make it go away.” The tension builds, just before surrender her eyes are burning; the reflection, no, she is not me. She takes the blade, bites in, I guess I will never know. “Let me watch you decompose.”