November 13, 2014

“I keep crayons away from the children in case they shove the wax sticks into their eyes. Blue crayons (shade doesn’t matter so let’s just persist with arbitrary blue) make the children most prone to stabbing. They’re desperate to work the crayons into their eyes and noses. They have an aversion of red crayons and use them to stab holes in the playpen floor, deep tears that grow wider the longer the children weigh upon them. The children are not mine. I found them nestled at the back of a half-flooded basement, their fists clogging their mouths, eyes red, stomachs enflamed with infection. I reached for one child and its fist became a gaping mouth lined with snapping teeth. The child bit at me.”

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