By Haley Guthrie
hunting and collecting
the night he had selected
was curated from sickness within.
sixteen at a campsite
down by the river
under the weight of 6’3”
three years
older boy of
Christ I cried
wolf in sheep's clothing,
sweet little devilish
grin, pure wattage.
he and his gangraped
her; she was twenty one
bruises all over her body
dragged across
brick she says
she can't walk
on anymore.
no one can touch her
ankles, not even her.
cast out on the Big Muddy,
we never did come back.