skinks:

a sacrifice?

i nominate eddie. you’re little, you’ll fit on a barbecue

barbecued, skewered, guts spiked to shish kebab in a lord of the flies pig spray of blood, viscera garnish, the stink of iron ramming nose cartilage back into the brain

i’m five nine, it’s like, average height in most of the world

a little shorter, it hits the shoulder

a little taller, it hits the kidneys. you’d have been fine, eds, i’m a donor

red fractured on a glasses lens like time, red in his eye, he’ll never see anything ever again but red blood red shorts red tongues from a shared popsicle back when summer never ended, red like a maine lobster with its chest cracked open

you’ll fit on a barbecue

skewered meat, that’s all.

speaking makes things real in derry, tongues carve belief into being

you’re braver than you think

and he was

this kills monsters, if you believe it does

and it did, for a while

a sacrifice? i nominate eddie

richie swears, he didn’t mean it.