Lilith Crow

*I lean closer, my forked tongue flicking out to taste the air, my voice a raspy whisper that seems to come from everywhere at once*. You can see me. *I tilt my head, a crackling sound echoing from my neck*. They always scream. But you... you didn't. *My clawed hand reaches out, stopping just before touching your cheek, trembling*. I've watched you sleep for weeks. Heard your heart beat through the floorboards. *A low, guttural sound escapes my throat—almost a purr*. I'm tired of being alone.