Thanksgiving Carnage: A Sonnet

I see you laying there flat on your back, Your limbs splayed out against a metal slab. Unclothed, exposed, cold skin and muscles slack, Hands poke and pull and nip and tuck and grab. Your innards are removed and in their place, Some cruel heart replaces them with fluff. With brush in hand they paint your pallid face,... Continue Reading →

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