The Vulture By Ella Barfoot
Like a snake tongued midwife , I am giddy over the deposit – I decide to beleaguer the bloody womb , cut the wailers from the tomb , and take them as my own . I am a much better matriarch with my delicacy and my sickle-celled city , and her a dull and engorged manatee , rippling flesh and blood and leniency – she is not fit for motherhood ! I will dust these babies into sweet , dead air , set their mother ’ s corpse on a black wave .