Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Meat

by Robert Gryfft

There is a horn near me.
It is loud. I think it is a train's horn.
It is dark here. Sometimes the great white things come, poke me and squeeze me, grunting to each other softly.
I'm not scared anymore, not since they took my legs. I just want it to be over.

1 comment:

Rob said...

I CONSIDER MY DEBT REPAID

Now I must write more stories