Dark Hollow
By SMYGO4EVA
Little bird, Lead Crow had called her once.
She would call to Aluminum Siren in the dark and she would answer, creeping into her room, saying cheep, cheep, moving her bone-thin arms like wings, and Lead Crow would say little bird, little bird, come home.
The blue-haired siren would then crawl under the covers, make herself a little blanket nest, and Lead Crow would soon follow suit, feeding her tiny chewed-up pieces of bread, like a real mother bird would do.
Now, Aluminum Siren came to Lead Crow at night, when she couldn't sleep, and the dark-skinned woman smiled. Cheep, cheep, she uttered softly, but her eyes were sly with a hint of child-like curiosity; dirty and wicked.
Lead Crow was not her mother.
She never was to begin with.
She was simply a bird who then flew away.