Love

Silence. Thick.

She floated in the coffin. There was only the pressure of the fluid and the crushing grip of the gauze. And Art.

She tried to think. To remember her name.

The thoughts were leaking out of her head.

-Scared.

The word echoed in her skull. But she hadn't thought them.

-So scared.-

Art. His voice was coming from inside her.

-Art? she thought.

-Yes, she heard Art reply in her head. This is all wrong.

-We’re monsters, Becca thought.

Art’s thoughts flashed inside Becca, their bodies, twisted, turned, and joined.

The coffin was narrow, but the fluid made them buoyant.

They began to move.

Slowly. A sick, wet revolution inside the cocoon.

Art slid down. Becca slid up.

The gauze held them tight, but the lubricant allowed the shift.

Heads to hips. Hips to heads. Hearts beating in sync.

-A perfect circle, Art thought. Their mouths wide open for each other. The image flashed in Becca’s mind. Them.

He buried his face in her. She buried her face in him.

They tasted each other. They fed on each other. They consumed each other.

His pleasure became hers. Her pleasure became his. Their fluids exchanging.

-Too much, Becca thought, her mouth overwhelmed.

-Burn, Art thought.

The orgasm didn't peak. It plateaued. They filled each other with their fluids.

Becca felt her boundaries dissolving. She didn't know where her legs ended and his chest began.

Their sweat and juices mixed with the pink liquid. They were melting. Wax figures drowning in each other.

They convulsed together.

-I love you, they thought. Die with me.