Monday, November 24, 2008

Lady Mantis

She will swallow the weak ones. 
Their heads will
crush under the muscles of her throat, the
Bones splintering and rubbing together like
two pieces of a broken plate, dry agony.

At night, she will crawl into their sleeping
rooms and chew the ends of their fingers, One
by every last one until the nubs are left, wordless
they can produce no writing. 

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