
amidst hide-covered bones she rides him around the smell of death greasy lips frozen with inexplicable mirth she rides little legs pasted against foul, matted withers her beast tripping hooves, like a clown ready for market she moves him on with chubby hands clenched at raw twine looped carelessly around and through a gaping mouth and frightened eyes rolling, lurching with her astride pounding thin-skinned flanks rocking an angry child rubbing a hobby horse parading caught in her own the knacker’s thrill around and around rocking the dying pony and she never asks where he went HUMAHNAH HUMAHNAH daddy’s singing the auctioneer’s song in stained concrete through rat-maze wood and beyond sawdust clumped with blood echoing outside where cowboys stand the girl now a woman watches worn animals with curtained eyes her rough hands mounting once again the auctioneer sings “she’s on” now squatting in dirt she meets the gaze of another in pain a beast, shifting crippled weight broken- it waits she hides no longer creatures of interest repulsed freaks they cannot speak and their bodies rattle numb daddy’s gone and the knackers don’t bid
Olga Alexandra lives in the steamy South and writes horror and crime fiction. She has stories forthcoming in Shotgun Honey and Amazon Kindle Vella. For more info please visit http://www.linkt.ree/olgaalexandra.
I’ve read a fair amount of dark poetry over the years, and this is the best I’ve seen in a long while. Really good.
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