Week 41 # 294 - Collaboration w/ Paul Hawkins

It was stinking out the alleyway;

thick tail, oily fur, exposed pin-ribs

impaled on a well-sharp stick,

teeth bared in fuck-you …

A fly landed on its head,

crawled into the mouth,

disappeared.

I stared,

waiting.

The next day maggots
made the rat look like it was shivering.

Paul Hawkins