She slept with him,
but knew it was wrong.
He wasn’t even human.
She’d spent so much time
wishing him dead.
Hell, she’d tried to kill him
more than once.
But he was a poet
and something in his pain
spoke to something
in her pain,
and when they lay together,
the building crumbled
around them
and all the reasons
not to be together
slipped away.