Mis ojos, mi amor

I couldn’t comprehend what you did when I first found out. I couldn’t believe that it was you doing it, and not some psycho maniac from a 20/20 special. We had only been dating for three months. My mother said that we were moving too fast, already living with each other and talking about marriage. I didn’t care what she had to say about love, after all, she was married to a man.

The first thing I found was the lungs. They were wrapped in wax paper in your nightstand. I didn’t know what to make of it, I mean, why the hell would you have human lungs in your nightstand? Right?

I dismissed it. I loved every part of you. I knew you.

Next, I found the hand in your drawer, something I was much less prepared for. Each finger belonged to a different person, stitched to the palm, with different shades and lengths.

Dismissed once again. We would have candle-lit dinners and wine-drunk nights. We would dance in the kitchen, laughing and loving in the brightest way I had ever felt. I’d kiss your neck until I felt numb and tell you stories until I had none left.

On our six-month anniversary, I found two ears in your drawer. One long and wrinkled, the other young and covered in jewelry. I noticed your pattern quickly, leaving your pieces in your special place until you received a shiny new one. What scared me most is that I let you do it.

A few nights after the ears, we were in bed, looking drunkenly at the ceiling and then lovingly at each other. I gazed into those yellow eyes of yours that I adored, your long curly hair perfectly shaped your blushed cheeks. I wondered if you had acquired a new trophy for your nightstand.

“Are you going to do that to me?” I asked, still looking at you.

“What do you mean, love?”

“You know what I mean.”

I wasn’t smiling anymore, my eyes moved to your nightstand. I expected your face to drop, with guilt or at least worry that I knew your secret. Instead, you didn’t flinch one bit.

“Never you. You are my soul.” You touched my eyelids like the petals of a rose.

You kissed me and I didn’t believe you for one second, but I wanted to.

The next morning I woke up to a blank darkness. Wet, the smell of blood gushing in my nose. I touched my face feeling the stream and raw meat where my face should be. My soul being replaced with nothing.