Him

It was too late.
He was weary,

He had nowhere to run.

She was in the hall.

She was something he didn’t know, he no longer recognised.

How much love and devotion he’d given to her over the years.

Now completely lost in the monster she’d become.

She, no it, would be here soon, hungry for him.

For his living flesh.

He had no fight left in him.
How could he even hope?

Exhausted and emotional, a part of him just wanted it over.

Could he suffer the pain, both physical and within?

She burst through the door, bloodied and enraged.

Saliva fell from her lips.

Her eyes, wide and bloodshot, fixed their stare upon him.

Wait, was there a brief moment when she knew who he was, that it was him?

No, could the relationship of father and daughter be less engaged?

She moved quickly and awkwardly like a deranged beast.

Hunger filled her eyes.

Instantly on top of him with a strength and rage he’d never felt.

Her delicate, little girl arms and legs embraced him like a vice.

His warm and succulent flesh, soon to be her feast.

Memories of joy and happiness, love and laughter.

Quickly they faded.

Screams and cries and guttural roars inseparably voiced.

Panic and fear and rage and hunger inexplicably entwined.

Tears of sadness, tears of relief, shed for this parental slaughter.

He felt her teeth break through the skin of his nose, his cheek.

His cartilage popped and cracked.

As lumps of his features hung loosely in her mouth.

Again she bit, ripping into his face.
He, now blinded in one eye.
Her, ripping at the flesh that made him…..him.

Blind and torn apart, how strange that he thought about himself.

Him, what a strange word.

Everything that was him now was being devoured by his creature daughter.

He would be no more, just sustenance for his loving daughter.

Her only instinct to eat and consume whatever would nourish herself.

He knew that if he could, he would scream and cry one last time.

He lacked the tools.

He could still feel her teeth gnaw through him yet he was numb.

He could feel her arms, their grip so strong around him.

Darkness came for him, drifting slowly, slowly away.
No more terror, no more pain, no more loss, no more time.

No more him.