It was simple
It was a simple, unspoken agreement. We wanted to physically be together but without the complications of a relationship. He’s not into that. I don’t even know why I agreed to such a thing. What was I thinking? That was the problem; I wasn’t thinking. I was too busy trying to ignore the fluttering bird in my ribcage that was trying to escape. There was nothing I could do. With one brush of his fingers, he released the latch and the poor birdy darted blindly into his stone-hard chest.
Sometimes I wonder if he enjoys the feeling of spattered birds’ guts on his chest. It must be warm. Not warm enough to heat the expanse of emptiness inside of him. If there’s nothing inside of him, does that mean he doesn’t enjoy it but rather he is just impartial? That sounds more plausible.
Other times I wonder if I could have tried harder to keep that stupid bird locked up. Stopped it from squawking meaningless phrases. I could have tried. On so m