Genocide
My wife.
I watch them as they tear her limb from limb
Gnawing on her arms and legs, now stiff, but still
They try. Their mouths trickling blood. Rabid animals
She drips from their chins. I wait for them to bleed
From their eyes. To die of something, anything
For desecrating what is mine. But still they moan
Hungry for more, staring at me, ready to attack. I lunge
A few feet away, with all I have, but they’re on human crack,
Arms reaching for my body next to the rats. My wife’s finger
Rolls away. Her wedding ring still on between gnaws.
A peek into my future, what’s next
But to give in to the savagery. No energy left to defend my life.
Teeth bite into my skin clamp onto my shin. Someone bites my tongue.
I swallow the last breath of air. A whisper of sound barely there.
Then released.
Yet The Starving’s just begun.
10/16/14
For Cyndi’s contest
Holodomor genocide
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