The Radioactive Horse


                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.

 

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