He's building her a nest.
Doesn't realize she's a girl,
Not a monster like he.
His hands are mangled, not broke.
You can't fix what ain't broke.
Sometimes it's harder on his heart.
She kisses his unwhole hands.
Tries to kiss it better like her mama.
It doesn't work.
She looks for a bandage.
Finds nothing but ants under logs.
It wouldn't have worked anyway.
He reaches out.
Pets her lovingly.
She doesn't think to be afraid.
She loves her monster.
She loves him so.
His atrophied heart once loved.