by Andrew Washington
What to do while trapped in a zoo? When there’s a companion, undoubtedly, we screw. But what else is there while trapped in a cage?
No need to hunt—the meatsacks supply more than enough. Time is insignificant.
I hate the kids with their flashing phones—flaunting their freedom. It’s unlikely that I can escape from the park; but maybe, when the guards are gone or distracted by Pete the Parakeet – I can jump and climb where the fence is weak, then leap onto the mocking, green-haired kid – pin it down, and bite its fucking face off.
With blood dripping down my chin, I’ll lean over, and whisper in its ear, “Look what you made me do.”