Death Begets Death

“I want to thank you for coming today. It takes a lot o’ courage.”

The psychiatrist dropped his clipboard & smiled like clay down @ April. April, in turn, tightened her bony fingers ‘long the bottom o’ her chair.

“Now, ¿could you tell me what brought you here?” The psychiatrist turned to his clipboard & held it up ‘side his face like Yorick’s skull. “It says here that you feel you’re `poisonous’ to those you love.” ¿Why do you feel that way?”

April took a deep breath as she stared down @ the ground, her bitterness hid by the shield that was the plain black eyeholes o’ her skull.

“’Cause I truly am…”


Bone, Psychiatrist, Venom