The note was left tacked to her door.

In dreams, I’m your perfect man. I kill. I climb mountains and swim oceans. 

I destroy like a motherfucker. 

I wake up and I’m weak and little; my hands are numb claws. My wings are broken, gnarled things that stick out from my back like the twisted branches of rotting trees. Under my feet, the ground burns, and burns, and burns. 

I want to be your perfect man. I want you to strip me naked with your desire for me. I want you to reach for me with such force that you break my back. Yeah, I want to be busted in half by you, swallowed down by you like a pill.

Gently, she pulled the paper down, and crushed it in her hand.