Fly away towards the end of the days,

An uncontrollable bubble clawed at her throat. Raw. Sore, and burning her brain.

"Get out. GET OUT!"

Was all she could think, her hands wouldn't move, her lips wouldn't part. All she would do was stare out with what others take for as lifeless glass eyes. Her head throbbed in time to the piano keys he played.

"Reach. Reach, please..."

His fingers flew over the glossy black and white teeth of that beautiful monster. The music flooded her, filled her, poisoned her as she drank in every note. Above, the floorboards creaked with life. In a blur of colours and a resounding crash of the piano, he fell from the seat and onto the floor. Soft chuckles emitted from below as they both entwined.

"Reach. Reach him, please..."

She felt a certain wetness trace down from her eye down her chin. A sense of bitterness nuzzled at her heart, gnawing away at its very corners.

"Oh? She's wet, Mary, she's wet."

That night, the house slept.