SeveredMind

Do you remember? The day you set foot in the sand and sank your fangs into the earth? When you watched the mothers wail and weep as the fathers buried their children; when you placed a cross over the sun, stitching shut the mouths of their ancestors? Do you remember when you buried their gods and burned the ejido? Then don’t act surprised when the blood of Zapata pumps through their veins; and they come howling down from the mountains; squeezing their triggers, swinging machete, screaming in rage, crying “land or death!” Demanding the heads of the bloated ticks that live in the hacienda. Because a new day is dawning. Th

The Stain By Morgan Boes I can't get out. The door is in the living room, and that's boarded up. I've tried to seal the doors as best I could, but I can hear it in there. It's shuffling around, spreading its vile presence through my apartment till I have nowhere else to go. I panicked, and in a moment of terrified stupidity, I've left myself with no escape route. I can hear it scraping those arms across my floor, feeling its way around until it can find a weakness. The wound in my thigh hurts terribly, there is a red streak coming under the door from where I pulled myself out of the room. My leg is going numb. I should probably go back and