I live inside a twig man

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Anya Riis, captured, pomegranate, red bubble, short story, twig man

I’m nestled next to his pomegranate heart. I can see inside the pulsing life he carries, and I feed the heartbeat with a blue breath. It is warm and straightforward here, there is nothing I don’t like about it. From where I sit, all knees crossed and arms folded, I can gaze up to the exquisite form of his jaw meeting his ear. When I look down through the tangle of vines I can see the outline of his scalloped ribs.