Aches and Pains
We sit on ash heaps, picking our scabs. We’ve learned not to feel the hunger or pain anymore. We name our aches after friends and family we watched die along the way. When my eardrums buzz, it’s my mother scolding me. My back pops. That’s Julie, straddling me. A busted lip from her wicked teeth. Sandra is a sharp pinprick in my gut, she always was.
Our minds will become empty just like our stomachs. Until then we feed on memories. My rump throbs like I’m ten getting a whipping from Pa. Memories are sustenance. Tonight will be a feast.
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This story provoked my imagination!
Great story!!!
So evocative! I thought of many things.
This is my favourite! So poetic too.
Thank you so much!
VERY SPOOKY
Thank you!
I cracked my fetus while reading this, great story
Glad you enjoyed it!
Also: Incredibly cool that youre a pilot.
Yes, thank you! Flying is my other passion!
so beautiful
Thank you so much!