The Crow in the Cardinal's Nest

I look at the clock and count down the minutes till morning. He lies there and I lay on top of him, face to face. My hair falls and molds to the side of his face. I give him an innocent smile and the o.k. He wastes no time. He gently peels off my jeans to expose my frail legs and feet. I giggle as he brushes his mustache across my thigh and the tiny whiskers dance on top of my skin. He looks up at me and gazes into my eyes. He senses my fear and hesitation but assures me everything will be fine. I can feel sweat seeping through my tight pores and creating a layer on moisture on top of my skin. He moves toward my upper body preparing to remove my top but I stop him. I don’t want him to see what puberty hasn’t finished yet. He shoves his engorged weapon through my patch of hair hoping to enter fully. I let out a gasp as he pierces himself into me. I feel the pain shoot down my legs. He removes his weapon and continues to force it inside my soft and sweet cherry. With what I think is the fourth attempt, I feel him fully inside me with each wall clenching it tightly. He climaxes and I feel his warm liquid erupt, gushing inside me. I watch as he cleans himself off. I lay here in awe. Everything below my waist is burning.

Bone

Graphite, charcoal, and a mars plastic eraser.

Chance

A woman steps on to a crowded train.
She squeezes into an empty seat between two hefty men.
Their body heat soothes her frosty sides.
She absorbs the music coming through her headphones; every note the piano releases.
She shuts her eyes. Darkness.
As she rests her eyes a man boards the same train.
He searches, finds her, and and approaches.
He pulls out a gun from his back pocket and tells everyone aboard in a whisper,
"If you wake her, you're dead."
He stands in front of her, holding the gun two inches away from her face
and waits.
Passengers slowly move to adjacent cars including the two men next to her
but some stay in curiousity.
The train pulls into the station and the woman opens her eyes.
She looks down the barrel of the gun in front of her but never once at the man.
She imagines seeing the bullet slowly making its way towards her pushing through her skin into
her brain, taking over.
But she shuts her eyes. Acceptance.
The woman's head makes a loud thud against the glass.
Then, silence.
He smiles and runs out of the train,
laughing.