His presence both comforts and devastates me. I feel my heart beat, then wither, naked as a stone on the raging mattress, as the glorious full night-moon slips through the window, dappling the flanks of this innocent who builds cages for the darling birds. Eat me, drink me; I’m thirsty and cranky. I travel back and forth to him, letting his fingertips strip the tatter flesh and cover me in his watery robe. This drenching garment, with its slithering stink and drowning ability.
***
Mia
I am eating in the kitchen.
"Good morning," someone says.
I stared Beta Scott in the eyes.
I respond, "Good morning."
"I apologize for bothering you," he says. His lips curled into a lovely smile.
"No, it’s fine. I’m done eating already," I say.
He draw a chair and sit next to me.
"How are you likin
