IN MARCH

You are a piece of meat. To dangle over the dog when he is hungry for flesh from the outside, they cannot tell that you are rancid your disguise rots as the wounds from their fangs cause infection and the pus runs freely. You let it lick her clean! Taste her fury, her pain, her salt. You’re surrounded, but you will allow it. What a waste it would be to not consume every morsel.

ROTTEN

Hailey Griffin