USDA Approved

Unsaid, Untold, Unattended Pain

Charron's Chatter

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the dawn stipples blackness

edging yellow

filming my eyes—

another hopeless day of agony…begun.



lacerations on my pink skin

crusted orange

growing over

and around

the rusted

bars of my gestation crate,

metal that bites deep into red sinews that would resist if they could but

i

can’t

even

turn

around

for a moment’s relief before bleeding out into pork chops.

mmmm…pork chops.

Not even once

i

can’t

ever

know

my babies from the constant forced pregnancies

Not even one

since my babies are bacon.

mmmmm….bacon.

Brand new life smashed into concrete walls like tetherballs

except tetherballs don’t bleed

love

& think.

i hear their agonized cries, breaking teeth to chew madly on prison bars
dying a death more cruel than death, and–

i

don’t

even

know

green comes in hues other than infection,
until a sledgehammer beans me into the blue

not the first time, though.

he

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