Oedipus

to draw a parallel to a sunset would not do her beauty justice

soft skin with the scent of cocoa and butter

dark hair

the length akin to Rapunzel

her smile could tame the wildest of beasts

and she showed it only to me

maybe that is what made him angry

always so angry

he was

when darkness fell and the moon came out to play

he would come tottering home

reeking of the thing Prohibition failed to destroy

she pretended to be asleep

snoring loudly

perhaps he saw right through her act

perhaps he did not care either way

never bothering to take off his rings

the b*****d

the brute

those screams resonated so loudly in my head

and I'd scream too

so I could block it all out

the sight of her pitiful and bloodied face

and one night

it seemed like she would not wake up

eyes seeing red

the rise and fall of his chest 

indicative of a slumber

from which he would never awaken

regret is an emotion I have never felt

for slaying the vampire that craved her blood

she never leaves her room

claiming to not be able to live without him

but she will come around

after all

it is just the two of us now

together forever.