worms squirm through eye sockets and nasal cavities, maggots feast on left-over strips of putrefied flesh hanging spaghetti-like from the cranium of a severed skull, mandible agape frozen in an eternal muted scream – a
The wind does not speak It listens. The wind can hear every whisper, Every scream. The wind can hear every thought, Every secret. It listens. The wind witnesses every heart-felt memory, Every heartbreak. It sees.
Afraid of the pet-store bird who died. Her sister retrieves the greensogreen Corpse. From her bedroom window perch, she watches her sister bury it, Her father’s shovel from the hook in the garage packs it in.