It Grows Inside

Saugiri06 tongues a cigarette from a packet, offers you one. You don’t smoke usually, but I think you know it hurts me. I grudgingly retreat below your diaphragm as you lean in for a light. Does it register as a lifting of pressure, my absence? A surge of confidence? He needs a prompt to get started, and with me safely buried in the folds of your entrails, you raise your chin. “So, what did you want to tell me?”

First published in Unnerving Magazine — forthcoming