Z

Adam Moorad

Chicago.

Winter.

Unbending flatness.

Z swears drunk too fond of snow.

What a fucking whore.

Behind glass. Me and a butcher knife.

She bones the knocker.

I would kill her.

But. The fear.

She hates dads.

Nazis.

Steel-toed boots.

Her legs were made to kick.

"God open the drawer the door you god animal coward."

I twist knob just to make it over.

I hold up the knife.

I feel terror.

Handcuffs.

Z blinks and blinks and dies from shock.

She slumps.

A gorilla into a slug.

Trash.

"I'm afraid to die," she says.

"Listen. You're crazy."

She snots.

Face.

Wet paperback bloat.

She knows she ruined her life.

Says, "You scare the shit of out me."

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Z huffs glue from saran.

Tokes.

Petulance and shame.

Thoughts spiked manacles.

Mind a tortured chamber.

Medieval and hysterical.

Her body tulips blue.

Sleeps confusion.

Thinks, I don't even know what's happening.

Thinks, The parasites have hatched,

Thinks, But whatever.

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Muzzled.

My face greens.

Becomes her ox.

"I would love a cigarette," Z says.

Her voice sinks fangs on my brain.

I can't speak English.

I rattle.

She says "metal" and "slice" then pets.

A massive cracking blast.

My head begins to crush.

Eyes pour out.

My entire body is a rampaging jaw.

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Z vowels and vowels.

aeiouyYUOIEAaeiouyYUOouy

My consonance makes her leak.

Her body commons.

Her arms common.

Her hands common.

Her fingers nail and spit.

She shingles black dissonance.

Plugs her brain into a tree.

Grinds.

Meows.

Sorts vagina with a graph.

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"If I am still alive tomorrow...

if I am still alive tomorrow...

if I am still alive..."

All I think.

And skeletons.

Her joints locked.

I read and read her limbs.

Melty.

Delicate.

I think, Metal.

I think, Rust.

I think, She.

Physical.

And secrets.