by Rachael Blackwood
She presses the blade against her lover’s skin, deep into the meeting place of his penis and his balls.
“You’re alien to me.”
“That’s technically not correct.”
“I don’t mean…” She bites her lip. “I really hate you.”
“I’m sorry.” His skin shimmers, blue and green.
“I was sane before you.”
“I became male for you.”
“You couldn’t have created something thicker?” She flicks it with her little finger – floppy.
“I can’t grant wishes.”
“I love you.”
His mouth disappears from his face, like so many times before.
“You gave me this but you never gave me you.” Swift and sharp, she makes two deep cuts and his penis is in her hand. “I’m taking what belongs to me.”
Grey-skinned and bleeding, he reaches down to hold himself. His skin shimmers and he shifts shape.
He looks like her now. His bleeding wound has shifted into a normal functioning gash.
She rolls her eyes, her fingers wrapped around her lover’s severed shaft. “You’re not so cocky anymore.”
She puts his member in her pocket, twirls the knife in her hand, and she leaves.