Lay Him Down

by Melia
originally published at 02:42PM on Thursday, November 01, 2007 mature

She was sublime, this love of mine. Even now, when I close my eyes, I can see her moving through my mind like smooth velvet. I can see her walking towards me with that Cheshire cat grin and those come-fuck-me eyes.

Her long, ebony hair swirls around her face like heavy storm clouds moving swiftly through the sky. I catch a glimpse of her thigh as it peeks through the slit in her red satin nightgown and it makes me shiver.

I hold out my arms and wait for my ghost-lover to step into them, only to be disappointed because I will never feel her against my body again. Instead I can only hover above and watch while my only love lies with my best friend – and murderer.

Watching them, I feel that white-hot anger course through me until I feel I could burst. I see her head thrown back in ecstasy and I want to invade her body with my ghostly one and force her to feel my pain and see the truth. I want to invade him and pulverize his insides with my fists so that he knows what I feel like all the time now.




  • from someday_93:

    Wow. This is intense. I’m guessing the woman is dead…

  • from Melia:

    Maybe eventually :) For now, the narrator is the dead person. Thanks for the comment!

  • from Dr. Lew:

    nice… i thought he was alive at first, but then i like how you wrapped it all up at the end

  • from horrorfan13:

    Wow. I really like this. Your descriptions are wonderful.

  • from Melia:

    Thanks so much!