content warning for animal death, domestic violence and feticide
An Unkindness
Scavengers found the doe before us, but we find
what is left—bloated stomach pulled so tight
the skin split
like the seam of a leather canteen. Intestines,
still spotted pink in the dark rotten, slip
into snow. The stink of old blood and mold
rise into the chill. A viscera stitched together with lace-
webbed sinew.
I barely recognize the heart,
a muscle like any other.
I can’t look away. The doe’s mouth: unhinged
steel trap. The neck bone snapped and curved
back like a ceramic bowl. He and I stand still over the body. Afraid
it means never being able to leave him,
I do not tell him I’m pregnant.
I know the next time I make him angry,
he will kill the baby.
I want him to.

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