The Radioactive Horse (Originally Published in 3 Moon Magazine) His hooves plow through my shut closet. In my bedroom, I’m weighed down in a hailstorm of uranium. An aquitaine invasion, the horse neighs a bucking desire to call my womb, my egg mistake his territorial property. When I step over to calm his haunch, he snorts a punch like Pa’s fist across Ma’s jaw. This spawn burns scars into my fallopian hallways as I feel a thumping pulse and stare at the ultrasound revealing a hole in his spiked heart.