A fluke, a quiet, shuffling sound. The tapping came, unasked for, as I sat writing. A tap, a rap, and then silence. I checked, but I saw nothing. Back to writing, my pen, unguided by my hand, had scrawled out, simply, “HELP.”
I’ll never shake how high the full moon rose within your eyes the night we met. How deep your voice thrummed in my bones. How sweet the heat of you. So close, my love, and fierce. My, what big teeth you have.