Don't Let the Forest In

by C.G. Drews

For a vicious moment, Andrew thought about slipping his fingers into Thomas’s cut. Taking hold of his rib and breaking it. Pulling the soft crumbling bone from his chest and sewing it into his own. They’d be forever together, rib against rib, fused in gore and bone and adoration.

It didn’t matter if what hurt him was an invisible weight inside his head or something that left real bruises against his skin: His pain was real.