Razorblade Tears

by S.A. Cosby

You let an animal know you’re afraid of it and it loses all respect for you. If it doesn’t respect you, it has no qualms about ripping your belly open and showing you what your stomach looks like.

Men might walk on two legs but they were the most vicious animals of all.

It could be a place of circular logic, where obtuse thinking was confirmed and reinforced by a pervasive groupthink.

“And all I kept thinking was why did he have to tell me? Why that day? Why couldn’t he have kept that to himself? I didn’t need to know that shit, right? I kept making it all about me. Took me years to understand he told me because even though we didn’t get along, he wanted me to know he was happy. He wanted to share that with me, and I fucked it up. I let him down,”

The neat black rectangle was a window into the parallel universe he now inhabited.