You weren’t lying,
you bitch!
I laid there, sobbing, as he worked
and sweated over me. Stoked by the
monster, it took him a long time to finish.
Give me a line,
I’ll give you an encore.
He pulled away, sticky and bloody.
Throbbing inside and out, I didn’t move,
didn’t dare look him in the eye.
What the hell
is the matter, Bree?
I stared up at the clouds, gathering
into gloom, shrouding the moon.
“My name is Kristina.”
But It Was Bree
Not a Blink of Remorse
Brendan didn’t say a word
most of the way home. He
drove slowly, just under the
limit. I watched him, out
of the corner of my eye.
He didn’t look so perfect
anymore. His nose had a
bump and his eyebrows
almost joined. And, of course,
I knew what he was made of.
Finally, he found a few words—
his thank you for the gift he had
stolen, the one I should have given