He asked if he could come with me, but I had to say no.
My greed brought him here, and his greed will keep him here.
He doesn't really want to follow me.
He feigns altruism, going through the motions of being human.
I see through it the same as I see through myself.
I hold my hand out, imagining lengths of steel fingertips.
I pause, wanting him to think I'm reconsidering,
Aware that he's not as foolish as he looks either.
A blink of the eye, a crunch of bones,
And a stream of blood later reveals
The heart I realize I no longer desire.
I could save him, but I don't care enough.
I let him fall as I turn and think how much more I love myself.
I never looked back.