May 30, 2016

“The children wanted roadkill. They wanted filth and spew and vomit. They wanted blood and foam and shit. They wanted ripping and chewing and red. They wanted flesh. They would not settle within me. They pried at my pelvis until I squealed in pain. I wrapped my arms around myself but the children still moved. They bit until my outsides bruised…”

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