[open] i'm the one that loves you, any

[bible]

She had been coy once.
Or, at least, she thinks she must have been.

She must have been because she smiles when the stallion wanders closer.
She smiles like a reflex, though her eyes stay dark.
Like there are generations of secrets hidden behind her pupils.
And perhaps there are. She had been dead a long time.

She had been dead and now she is not.
And he’s laughing, though she cannot tell if he’s laughing at her.
Or just the strangeness of the way she has been rebuilt.
She looks at him and thinks, you could have torn me apart once.
She thinks, you could have sunk your teeth into my flesh and I would have bled.
But she doesn’t say these things out loud.
She just smiles like a reflex.

She breathes, which is strange because she had been dead so long.
Because it does not seem that something unbreakable should have to breathe.

He smiles back at her and her own smile slips.
Has she ever wanted the things that wanted her?
She cannot remember now but she is unaffected by his flattery.

Can something made of metal be gorgeous?
She ducks her head and presses her mouth to her own chest.
She cannot feel the heart beating underneath.

She has not spoken in centuries.
She does not know if, should she open her mouth, any sound will come out at all?
But she lifts her head and blinks at him, tilts her golden head.

“Where were you going?” she asks.
The voice is not as metallic as she might have expected.
It is not lyrical, no, she had never been that kind of soft thing.
But it is not gritty or abrasive either.
She does not sound like a thing that has been dead a long time.

“Someplace better than here?”

ever since i heard the howlin' wind
i didn't need to go where a bible went

@[Chemdog]
(of course it's okay!! and i left my reply vague if you want to incorporate the crazy darkness or not, totally up to you!!!)