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she walked in again
flesh dripping off her face
her mouth a fixed silent scream
I look at the others
do they not see an upright dead corpse?
do they not smell her?
I cannot eat this food now.
my stepmother gets angry
I think of what I could do to her.
where to begin?
The knife block beckons.
I look around for my dad.
It won’t be any good if someone saves her.
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