The Worm Bitch-Whispers in My Ear as I Lie Six Feet Under in a Plain Pine Box

Image of a child's hand holding a worm.Remember me? My tensile strength, my thrashing will to survive the barb? Your father’s insistent fingers as they twisted to undo my spiral dance around the steel hook’s throat, how he pinched to grab any section of me that wasn’t curling and gripping the shank? Your eyes widening as they took in the pink smash of my body, all five of my hearts pounding, bits of soil dropping from my tiny mouth as my brain whipped ’round from the pain? How you shrank from your father’s lead but needed to please, cried let me try, Poppa, Poppa, let me try?

 

Mikki Aronoff chases words in New Mexico, where she is trying to write more, but less of it.

Art Credit: Anita Huber

2 Responses to “The Worm Bitch-Whispers in My Ear as I Lie Six Feet Under in a Plain Pine Box”

  1. Alfredo says:

    Poor Worm

  2. This is a wonderful surprising story, Mikki! Love it.

    To the staff: I had to use Safari to access the story. When I use Chrome (my normal search engine) I can reach your home page but when I click on the story links, nothing happens. I tried multiple times with the same result, including just now. I know others are experiencing the same issue.

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