I blow into town like dust on the wind. I head straight for the poor part of town. They have the best food on every corner and this city is ripe with it. When I arrive, I go right to work. I start with an old Pontiac, unhinging my jaw tearing trough every mouthwatering morsel. Once I am done with that, there is a Mustang. I have to move quickly on these. The slow walkers like to save them; treat them like endangered creatures.
Once I am done with that, I sit on a park bench and let the food digest, while looking for my next meal. I feel the iron flowing trough my body and I grow stronger. Next I hit an old pickup truck. It takes me five or six bites to eat this one. The crunch of the metal, the smell of the oil mixed with gasoline. I get excited; my hunger grows. Off to the next. This place is ripe with neglect.
Ahh the poor, they always have the best to eat. All of them own what they can not afford to care for. This is a buffet fit for a king. Well, if I had a king. But for my kind, there is no one. We are alone in the world, living on and on forever, but alone. I eat my fill again and I head back to the park. I like to sit in the park and let my food settle.
The fast walkers can build these amazing things and they do this knowing that one day it will just be gone - food for me. While sitting on the bench, I see something I have never seen before. Someone notices me. She stops and smiles when she notices that I see her seeing me. "Can you see me?" I say. Her face lights up. "Yes. Yes, I can. Can you see me?" she asked. "I can see you and you can hear me. You are not a Fast mover?" I ask. "No! is that what you call the them? Fast movers?" She asked. "Yes, what do you call them?" She moves closer, her voice is like a song to me as she answers, "I never gave them a name. I mean, they are just there and one day they become my food." "You eat them?" I say with surprise. "Yes, don't you?" she smiles. Her smile makes me feel like no way I have ever felt before.
I blush. "No, no, I eat what they build. The cars, mostly now. I used to eat swords and armor and before that whatever bits of iron there was laying around. I once eat a whole Bridge they just let it go and I got to eat my fill. Life has been good for me as of late. They have made so much and can not keep it up. I can eat my fill whenever I like." She smiles. "Yes, they do make a lot. I am lucky they always find ways to kill themselves. I was worried because they have been living longer, but they still enjoy killing each other as much as they like building things, I think .
I have never met anyone who eats the dead before. To think about it, I have never met anyone before." "Neither have I. Will you sit and enjoy some time with me?" I ask . This makes her hop a little and her smile is now ear to ear. I can see her teeth. They are sharp and the most delightful red and yellow color. Bits of flesh are stuck in them. "Yes. Yes, I would love to," she says. My heart now beats a little faster as she sits next to me. Her skin is a deep black color with pus filled blistering sores and her eyes remind me of the sun. Bright red and yellow as she spoke they would roll back just a little and fill with a greenish liquored . She has a perfume about her. It is the scent of a corpse rotting. It brings me back to the time when I was eating an old Cadillac and there was a body in the trunk. Its decay added to the flavor of the car. "So, have you been in this city long?" I ask. She looks to me and answers "No. Not long, you?" "Just got in. I am going to be here for a bite and thought the city is full of great bites to eat." "Yeah," she says. "I believe for you, that may be true. But for me it is dying. People are leaving. I mean, right now, I have plenty to eat. There is almost no law and the poor are very poor." "Well, we should enjoy our time in this Detroit together until you have to move on," I say. "I would like that," she says. "Do you wanna grab something to eat?" I ask. "Yes, that would be nice."
This was my take on a love story
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