By Olivia L. Casey My scales too heavy now for me to rise.Scales jabbed tightly in my many achesBraided up in agony, I lie. I lift a wing and loose a weakened cryFor I have found a body too weak to wakeThe heavy scales I carry at sunrise. Anxious eyes…
By Patrick Venturella Pete says worms regenerate : re-grow so we find five under a rock and bisect each worm carefully with a shovel. The ten halves writhe : worm slime black clay and blood mix like ten fingers playing in a red oil slick. There will be ten worms