original sin

i opened the double doors to the bathroom, disdain in my head for the dog’s freshest stain on my bedroom carpet, and stopped short.  the full moon’s light bathed the gaping empty tub in a soft, bright glowing milkiness that lent the faintest shimmer to the maw of the closet’s doorway.  the doorway i perpetually shut behind Her in frustration and agony.  the doorway that now stood open, receiving the moonlight’s presence like some beggar woman of loose morals.  looming out of the darkness, very faintly, so much so as to be a dream, was a jaw upon which sat a wicked smile.

i could see no more of His visage but immediately recognized it for all its worth.  He grinned at me, fanged teeth and all; like some feral vampire impressing the fullness of its prey’s fate upon it.  i could not see, nor did i care to know, if any eyes burned above those glistening incisors.  so wholly had they taken me that all the rest of the world had dropped away.  this, of course, is how He wanted it.  some lonesome lover come around after an apocalyptic row to take my breath away.  i could not fathom if his insistence or his arrogance bothered me more. for a blasphemous moment i felt as though i understood God’s sighs and curses as he had cast him from Grace to begin with.

"Gabriel…", came his forked tongue in spirit if not physicality.  "Why do you forsake me still?"

seduction was his forte, pride and joy, bread and butter.  ask Eve, she’ll tell you.  "i don’t forsake you.  i simply ignore you."

his grin faded to playful, silent gasp.  "oh you mock me so!  why ever do i love you my son?"

"you aren’t my father."  i could feel the heat rising in my voice and face.  flattery is flattery after all, be it from the mouth of the Liar or no.

"are you so certain?"  the grin had returned, gleaming in the ivory light.  those teeth could devour or caress. i could feel it in my bones.

my hand darted to the twin switches to my left faster than i could will them to do so.  "no", i replied to the vacant closet; lit now by a hodge-podge of warming incandescents and mercuries.  "i’m not."