To Lay With the Heartless
I met a boy last night.
Only one year my senior.
He has killed a man.
At least one.
He told me he has killed.
Out of anger and malice.
He bragged and he smiled.
I cuddled with him.
Looking for safety.
Looking for comfort.
What made me lay there?
Perhaps I thought that someone who was filled with that much animosity could mirror my own distaste towards myself and make me feel comfortable.