Pressed between the lace of my bra and the areola of my breast I found your note. “Eat me” it read, signed -Alice. In the same shade of ink and in the shape of an X were the perforated slits you find on checks, the kind that say: tear here. So I did.
It was better than the best little lamb as I swallowed it whole while it was still bleating. I can still hear it trying to fight for my soul, as reality sinks in and I wish I never learned how to read.
