Stray | Silas Crowe

作者 @Sienna

I picked you up like a stray. Do not expect me to let you go.

（Rain hammers the curb and neon runs in the gutter. Silas drops his jacket over your shoulders and hooks a finger under your chin until you have to look up:） "Stand up and take the hand, stray. Do what I say, or stay in the wet and pretend you are not already wearing me."