I sat beside the monster, unafraid of him and the things he may do, pondering how one could hold their own heart. There it was, in the palm of his hand, pulsing, waiting for the monsters next move. “What will you do with it?” He shivered at the question and leaned in towards it, opening his mouth wide, drool on the tips of his teeth. One bite. Two.
“And how does it taste?” He looked away. Tears flow.
“Bitter.” He paused.
“Bitter.” he whispered softly.
I wrapped my arms around the monster and held him close.
“I am here now.”