Dressing & Undressing

The water boils as the fowl is hanged.She is upside down, a fragile container,Prepared to unleash the contents. Just breathe.Many times my blade has met the neck of a bird. Emotions pulse like blood as I grip. I must. She’s violent.The flock cannot keep her, and the time has come. I cut.The blood boils downContinue reading “Dressing & Undressing”

The Letter by the Chairs

I knew in time you’d come. With time, the smell would come. It’s no more than what I’ve known. The smell of people alone Could turn my stomach. That odor, of salt, and wet decay Makes my flesh crawl. People do not consider it, let   Alone Their actions. No matter how they try toContinue reading “The Letter by the Chairs”