Angela and John, who live in my basement flat were, in love.
Joe loved her more intense than she,
or anyone, could love him
as his devotion was absolute, blind, lethal
and left no room for doubts.
Angela was flattered by his slave like adoration,
but at times looked weary and irritable I thought.
When Joe told me he loved her so much
that he wished he could eat and drink her
till she was a part of him,
I, poor pedestrian soul, found his wish a little disturbing.

When days of silence began drifting up from their flat
I worried knocked on their door
Joe opened dressed in Angela’s clothes, giggled
and spoke just like her.
Pushed passed him and found Angela dead in the bath,
he had eaten her heart and drunk her blood.
Turned to Joe, who now had Angela’s green eyes and ruby lips said:
“Why?” Through Joe her voice rang crystal clear:
“He killed me so I murdered his soul
and now that the bastard is dead
I’m free to enjoy life again.”
And her green eyes danced when she kissed me.