the mouse started off like any ordinary mouse
annoying, small, and persistent.
the nymph tried to take good care of him, and he was treasured to her.
the mouse came limping back to her, after his daily battle with the world
she nursed him back to health
as the nymph cared more for the little mouse, she spurted out pellets of blood and flowers
the mouse tried to stop her
but it was too late.
i wrote this about a my friend who i used to think i liked in that way. i wrote this after i realized i didn't really like him, and it was about what our hypothetical relationship might have been. and it obviously wasn't something i wanted.