Taking All of Her
So then I chopped off her other foot. Then, when she could no longer stand,
clinging to me, leaning on me and unable to leave me now for sure, I no longer
wanted her. So I went back to the huge furnace in the industrial plant, and I
asked it, What can I do with her now, when she is no longer beautiful, when I
no longer enjoy watching her even? The furnace said to bring here there and
throw her in. Her bones would melt and become part of skyscrapers being
built, trucks used to build them and no one would ever blame me.
Written by Laura Brown Y
February 19, 2025 /
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