Biliverdin

By PT

They trust me to protect them now. I feel it: her arm relaxes within my grip. The caged creature throws me an unsuspicious glance. An accidental interloper, I am realizing that Clyde enables an accelerated endgame. We will wait out his cumbrous stalking. I will guide them down my burrow for protection from nighttide. We will sigh and laugh together. We will dine on crabapples and fern wine.

Then, when we retire, I will gnaw down her lips and tear her jaw off her skull with a swift tug of my teeth. And I will bludgeon that bird with it.

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