by Colleen Foley
I’d stopped screaming for a moment, only because Sunitra had stopped feeding. We were both sweating and wobbly.
“You humans are one cantankerous species. All you have to do is it let it go. I could do this without pain if…”
“Not one for oratory, are you? As you will it.”
She shrugged dismissively and sank fangs into me again, where the tumor had been.
It felt like having bits chewed out of my …everything, and the pieces left being forged into something that might, for me, resemble sanity.
Then again, I was screaming too hard to Hope.