A Day in The Life
by Danica Green
Morning
It's always the words that get me. He knows that, and sits me down in the corner at breakfast while his vowels assault me, an O around my neck, I pushing through my bellybutton to cut up my cervix, U jabbing me in both eyes while A and E just watch and laugh and smoke cigars by the front door.
Afternoon
I asked him to hold me together. It was all I really needed but he shook his head and flipped a dime into the air. I screamed for tails but I knew before it landed that I'd lost, and he'd be getting head.
Evening
The bath was too hot but I didn't want to move so I let it melt me. Crawling downstairs to the kitchen was a chore, but he just took one look at me, laughed until he puked on the rug and then slid a knife along my spine. All my skin fell off and he ate my eyelids. I miss being able to close my eyes at night but at least I'll never get wrinkles.
Danica Green is a UK-based writer who never really knows what to say in her bios. She's not all that interesting. Her work has been published in over 40 literary journals and anthologies, details of which can be found on her author page (https://www.facebook.com/Danica.Green.Author) if you have a mind to look.
by Danica Green
Morning
It's always the words that get me. He knows that, and sits me down in the corner at breakfast while his vowels assault me, an O around my neck, I pushing through my bellybutton to cut up my cervix, U jabbing me in both eyes while A and E just watch and laugh and smoke cigars by the front door.
Afternoon
I asked him to hold me together. It was all I really needed but he shook his head and flipped a dime into the air. I screamed for tails but I knew before it landed that I'd lost, and he'd be getting head.
Evening
The bath was too hot but I didn't want to move so I let it melt me. Crawling downstairs to the kitchen was a chore, but he just took one look at me, laughed until he puked on the rug and then slid a knife along my spine. All my skin fell off and he ate my eyelids. I miss being able to close my eyes at night but at least I'll never get wrinkles.
Danica Green is a UK-based writer who never really knows what to say in her bios. She's not all that interesting. Her work has been published in over 40 literary journals and anthologies, details of which can be found on her author page (https://www.facebook.com/Danica.Green.Author) if you have a mind to look.
