The cell door banged,

a foreboding metallic clang.

And they brought in a sweet-looking, church-going, grandmotherly woman.

She smiled.

Then she stared.

At last she spat at my feet

and called me a slut,

a waste-of-space,

good-for-nothing cunt.

“This shit you write”, she said,

“It benefits no one,

it is not edifying,

no one likes it,

and no one reads it anyway.”

Define edifying, I said to myself,

or out loud, I don’t know which,

as I felt a sharp, hollow, excruciating blow to my head,

then my viscera,

I fell down.

 

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