Author S. K. Nicholas

Came home to a dead bunny at my back door. It’s eyes were wide but its little paws were curled in a way that reminded me of a child nestled next to its mother. The flies already began to have their way with it and all I could do was stare in mourning. Poking out my bottom lip in respect for the dead, I wondered if it was a sign explaining my fertility or my sex. He distracted me the next morning so I didn’t look into it. He started bringing up some shit I did in search for myself and I couldn’t help but crack a smile while looking him in the eye. He’s such a gift to me, and the level of appreciation I have for him is unspeakable. I’d hand him the world if he hadn’t already refused it. What he’s given me is priceless and when…