17419, i'll try--coercion really Posted by rgv, Sun Sep-11-05 08:00 PM
she wonders if anyone can smell the lost baby little blood under her fingernails, where she, alone, drug the brat out by the sides of its body pulling on its form & lying him dead in front of her. she cleaned up well enuff spat into various cloths wiping away traces of the too-soon son
also knowing he wld be looking for them; she and this dead boy so, she buried the rest of the booty inside the child's throat
patted the earth and shook leaves to and fro as an earnest marker
now, she wonders if they can smell the lost baby as she glazes over children huddled in a corner throwing rocks btwn each other excited to experience each roar of the train every turn is a new giggle every choo a reason for imitation
the hanging rouge in the air too much she thought; too much near her she recognizes the creak of an old book's pages being turned the pissy moldy smell of pages unopened long deliberately, she fits herself into her corner and attempts to remove the blood, left over, from her nails
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