Squeak

by Vera Valentine

This was mine. Seb was mine. The sweetness still lingering in my mouth was mine.

As we slid into one another’s arms and let the shift take over; a single intricate twist of red and purple balloons taking the place of our human forms. We preferred to rest entwined like this, and had ever since we’d escaped,

now that Zina couldn’t force us apart any longer.