You Should've Kept Driving

by M.A. Savino

I leap at Benny as we pass, stopping at the last second. He jumps away from me, and I smile. “Chicken.” He pushes me away from him. “I’m not afraid of you.” “Cluck, cluck, cluck. Benny’s so fuck, fuck, fucked,” I sing in a high voice.

“When you killed her, you unleashed me on the world. In a way, I am your creation, and you are my origin story.”