Umbilical
by feldman
She spurs a DRD onto the bed, waits for it to angle the viewer stalk down
and focus on the female's hand, and she remembers being piloted out of the
gravity well...
speed, escape...freedom...
A gift, from this tiny hand no different from the hands that collared her. They can do so much damage, she forgets how small they are.
The DRD extends a sensor arm to the skin and relays the information to her...
soft and still and bitter as
death
...and not salty sweet, pulling her toward the stars
Let her bleed into me...let
me flow into her.