By David Wolpert
I’m sorry that I lost you in the storm, but please let me explain.
Remember the cold? How it bit and tore at our ragged clothes even through the cabin walls?
Remember the dark? How your eyes widened until they bled but still you could not see me?
Remember the wind? How it pushed and pulled until you lay limp like a ragdoll?
Remember the hunger and how gratifying it was to finally cease its raspy cries?
(ladyfingers, they taste just like ladyfingers)
Remember the one who promised to protect you, with whom you are now intertwined?
I exchanged my humanity for your life, little Wendigo.
Take it and run.
David Wolpert is currently majoring in nothing with a minor in bromeopathic medicine. He regrets this joke and would like it redacted immediately.