Mona Awad

Well. Because I love you, Bunny. Actually. You’re actually my favorite.

You’re my favorite too, I lied. But in that moment, I meant it. I meant it so much I cried.

(Is it me drowning you, Samantha, or did you wade in here of your own free will, your pockets full of black stones?)

A pause so pregnant it delivers, consumes its own spawn, then grows big with child again