he sat on the couch legs crossed. his feathers gleemed. he said nothing. he just stared. he eyes clear and sharp piercing the fog piercing the dark piercing the night shining like a dying star in the universe. i tried but i could not look away. he forced me look straight into his eyes. and i was his. i was not strong enough. i was not strong enough. he took the knife and sliced my wrists. and i just sat there doing nothing. it will soon be over he said. it will soon be over. and i believed him.