I’m sorry that we split
your stomach in two

and bled you dry
on my grandmother’s sheets.

It pained me to see you
so broken, your big white teeth

nestled between the slack,
useless muscles of your jaw.

If it’s any consolation,
we buried you in the quilt,

so the dirt wouldn’t seep
beneath your skin.

Christopher Barton

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Christopher Barton is a young writer currently living in Bryan, TX. His work has previously been published in Gravel, The Lake, and Riggwelter.

Artwork: Chie Yoshii, Another Face
Website: https://www.chieyoshii.com/

 

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