...or Science or Fate or Allah

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At first, my soul was minimal. I existed within 3 vile chords resonating onyx-dust sounds off of bones.

Next, I ravaged my body with all things inorganic. I bled bleach, took on a new scent from meth squeezing out of my pores, & even lost a tooth.

Now that the man I had birthed my child with had gone, I bought a goat. I didn’t have anything to lose.

In a basket I gathered all I needed: sand from Hawaii ages ago, a dirty rag, & my butcher knife.
I also knocked back some Xanax for good measure.

I walked the goat- named Hera?- to the tree under which…the tree.

The rag went over Hera’s mouth. I couldn’t have her bleating.

I sloppily plunged the knife into her chest and cut around her heart, the one I’d took care to notice only a moment before.

With the heart in my hand, it was a reflex to paint a pentagram in the fresh dirt.

I tossed bloodied sand onto my sigil. Hail fell.

“Corpore, carnis, resurrectionem cum hostia…”

I wailed and wailed for my lost child. I would never stop cursing Satan or God…

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  1. Avatar RockPaperScissors

    Kudos. Everything is there. I like that you ended your piece with bargaining. It’s raw.
    A mother that’s lost her child—I can’t even imagine the sorrow felt. Grief is a monster.

  2. Avatar Escapist

    Thank you!

    Yes, I can’t imagine anything worse than that.

Whoa there, partner, hold up!

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