K A L O P S I A

FIVE

His words were usually music
just as her words of love
were to him

Maybe she was supposed to be afraid
when he told her
he took life
for his pleasure

It was what he had expected
of any other nightingale

And once he had gotten them flapping their wings
squawking for him to not take their life too
would he then clip their wings
tear out their beak
and make them bleed for him

But she had done none of this
she had tilted her head to the side
wrapped her arms around his neck
and kissed him
and against those tainted lips of his
she whispered

"Show me."