Pregnancy Scares

With unspoken blackness between us, Rachel's legs intertwine with mine. The television screen rests for one thousand years on the DVD menu screen -- the swan song playing on repeat. Her eyes lock into mine. Glossy, grey--fearing a stomach-dwelling demon feeding off her lifeblood. What words can I offer up to ease the fright, to snub the fetus, to bring her into the light? I choose none. Call it cowardice. But the darkness in her mind transfers to mine and I lap it up like a parched wild dog. I dig into her. Deeper and deeper to find what few remnants remain of the relationship, buried under a sludge of fear.