Castor’s Reviews > Racing Hummingbirds > Status Update

she used gardening shears to open her last lover's chest
green smudges staining the rungs of each rib

started at his abdomen, face-first
tearing at the new meat, yank, chew, pull
a frightening scene, those long chords of intestine snaking
into her mouth, tendons swinging from her jowls

she slept for three days
woke craving a strawberry milkshake

It is unfair that every single page blows me away.

“I’ll just read this little book,” I said. “It’ll be an easy read,” I said. What the fuck.