Redsand Canyon My heart has teeth.

he remained oblivious, all the way up to the point right before she declared something. he blinked for a moment, wishing hard to banish any sleep tendrils from him. he wanted to make sure he wasn't imagining things, that this wasn't a dream he was running through.

"i’m in love with you."

"fuck my life."

if this was a dream, he found it a sudden concoction of nightmare and bliss. a small building of a lump in his throat. maybe the fuck my life was not meant to be such a bitter period to her declaration. with towhee, cursing did not always mean bad.

is it bad to be in love with me?

he wondered if he'd regret the answer she might give.

he wondered if he should hold tightly onto the good they had built, with a sudden fear of it possibly all coming down — of losing her good company and the family he had built here. he wondered if she understood just how much their family dominated his mind. day in and day out.

maybe he was in love.

but maybe he couldn't say so until he knew if she found such a thing so terrible.