Of Flesh and Bones
Bee

Smoke curls around Trevor's supine form. Lips roughed to the color of fresh blood sang wholeheartedly. In a voice as rich and as thick as a bubbling open artery. Sometimes Trevor would wail to the music in his head, a lone banshee call when certain memories flooded to the surface. His stark white face would contort in pain and the kohl black eyes rolled wildly in his head as if in between ecstasy and pain. His black shrouds spilled out like wet velvet all around his frail and bony body.
At times, a bit of fleshy underbelly was exposed as a result of his thrashings, the skin horribly scarred around the pinch of his navel. Fingernails that were painted black and filed sharply cut into his own flesh; small beads of liquid crimson decorated the too chalky skin. It reminded Trevor that life still flowed through him. He rather preferred the feeling of being dead.
Incense burned all around him, white smoky tendrils caressing his face. It smelled of a burning carcass, only because Trevor made the sticks of smoky flavor from bits of his own flesh and flecks of his own blood. Trevor began to sing again, a mournful song that pained his middle core but the notes poured forth from his bloody lips anyhow.
No one would find him for weeks, that was Trevor's plan. Nobody would care about the absence of the sickly looking, corpse of a boy until the stench became so horrific that it could not be ignored. That was what Trevor wanted. To inconspicuously join his lover.
As a last farewell to his lonely life, Trevor sang in his own made up language. If Victor's soul still lingered, Trevor sang to let him know he was coming.
"I'm coming!" It cried. "We'll be together soon!"
As Trevor set up the stage his death was to be played on, another painful, created memory struck.

Trevor was just coming home from his last audition as the opening act at some downtown club concert. He had been a huge success, and his youthful face was simply bursting with smiles. He couldn't wait to tell Victor!
The one bedroom apartment was all black. The walls were painted black, the furniture was black, the table and chairs were black, even the windows had black drapes to keep the sunlight off of his pure white lover. The rotten, meaty smell met his nose upon Trevor's entrance. He only smiled, the scent suggested that his lover had been slicing his body again, and was perhaps waiting for Trevor to come lick his wounds. Nothing prepared the youth for what he found upon entering the bedroom.
His lover's body had been split from breast bone to abdomen and completely purged of any organ. Not a drop of blood was anywhere to be found; only the empty shell of his had been lover.
Trevor made no sound at all. His trembling hands dropped his bag and he stared for a long moment at the perfectly deathly body, supine in the red velvet covers. It was almost curious, and Trevor would have loved to take in the scene, had it not been Victor's body lying there.
"I'm home Victor.I've got such good news to tell you.I got a record deal, you don't have to work so hard anymore." Trevor didn't realize or care that the tears from his eyes spoiled his perfect makeup. Almost as if another force controlled him, Trevor moved to his lover and dipped his hands into the hallowed out shell and spread the still gooey flesh apart. He could just kneel inside his lover's cocoon.
"I've always wanted to see inside you Victor.wont you look at me?" Trevor delicately pulled open the sinking eyelids, but no beautiful violet greeted him, only empty black holes where eyes should have been, and a mess of pinkish tissue further up in.
This was when he screamed, a wail so long and terrifying that it sent the neighbors up to pound on the door. Trevor ignored them all and wrapped his pale arms around Victor's neck and cried into the raven black hair that still held Victor's smoky, Cajun smell.
Trevor trembled with the razor in his hands. Slitting his wrists seemed like such a boring way to die, nothing as creative as Victor's own death. Still, he was coming for his lover. They would be together soon. Soon.

Trevor could feel himself waking up and thrashed about. Kicking legs that would move just barely a few inches and flailing arms that failed to reach even the mess of hair on the pillow. He arched his body up away from the mattress.
"No! Let me go! DAMN YOU!" Straps around his wrists and ankles were what prevented him from moving very far. His eyes lolled wildly in his head, taking in the pristine white room. His vision was fuzzy around the edges, and his mind clouded somewhere deep, as if it had just dug a grave and forgot to mark the headstone.
"Hush Trevor, I don't want to have to put you out again." A man in a white doctor's coat and too kind blue eyes approached the bedside.
"Let me go!!"
"Do you know who you are?"
"Trevor Asura, please, untie me!"
"How about your address, phone number, mother, father?"
"I live." Trevor wrinkled his brow. "I live.Who cares?! Now let me go!"
"Please Trevor, bear with me. I am Doctor Lemante; it is May eighteenth of 04. You are in the Kamazi Institution for the Mentally Ill."
"What?" Trevor knitted his brows again. "There must be some mistake."
"No mistake. Do you know why you are here?"
"I have to go! Victor is waiting for me!!" Trevor began thrashing about again, straining the tendons in his wrists in his efforts to free himself. The doctor regarded the wild mess of a boy sadly.
"No Trevor, Victor is dead. You killed him."
"No!" Trevor shook his head so hard that it pulled a muscle in his thin ivory neck. "I came home from the concert and found him." The name on the foggy headstone began to reveal itself, but Trevor pushed it back down. "Someone else did it!" He insisted, though something in his veins told him otherwise. "They took his insides OUT!"
"Trevor!" Doctor Lemante said harshly. "You took his organs. You ate them! The neighbors found you in bed with Victor's body, talking something about."

"I couldn't let you go Victor. You will always be a part of me." Trevor's memory self licked his bloody lips, tasting Victor's life on them. "I love you Victor!"
I love you!
I hate you!
I love you till I'm Crazy!
I'm crazy for you!
Loving your body,
Inside and out. Trevor sang in a trembling voice. When he'd finished his mourning melody, that's when the wail erupted. That's when he'd buried the horrible secret.deep in the cold, dark depths of his mind.

"Your stomach contained human organic materials. We've presumed that Victor had been dead about a week before the reality hit you.that's how long it took you to eat him inside out. You've been terribly ill for the past week now."
"No." Trevor denied even the boldness of his memory. "I loved Victor, I wouldn't kill him. Not ever."
"But you didn't kill him, did you Trevor?" Doctor Lemante sadly asked. "He lives inside of you now, doesn't he?"
"VICTOR!!" Trevor screamed into the fallen darkness after the doctor briskly left the room. The heavy metal door slammed like the heavy locks of the chains that contorted his heart. "IT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE THIS!! I'll come for you.I'll."
"I'm here Trevor."
Trevor craned his neck, looking over his shoulder. In the corner of the room, sitting on the floor against the cushioned walls, was Victor. His body split from breastbone to abdomen, and leaking a crystal clear fluid onto the floor.
"You'll be here for a very long time Trevor." Victor's once rich Spanish voice, seemed papery thin, like wind through a hallow valley. "You and I."
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