The pig’s exposed organs sepulchered our only scalpel:
a rusted thing.
My fingers are covered in guts
‘cause no one else would dig in.
Abi called us “nasty”
me and the boy, laughing as we dodged
squirting juices from the bloated fetus on our black lab table.
The pig’s exposed organs sepulchered our only scalpel:
After class, the ammonia smell chased me
down the biology hallway to my
baby blue locker,
a rusted thing.
I guess, as kids, we’re almost always running
from unspoken somethings. Our class was never truly
separate- always a collective organism -until I whispered,
“my fingers are covered in guts.”
No one wants to hang out
with a twelve year old cannibal
so I was alone in my painful excavations
‘cause no one else would dig in.
Mackenzie Cook is a high school junior currently attending Cy Fair High School. She is head editor of the literary magazine there, Voices in Ink, and also actively participates in the WITS Houston youth advisory council as vice president. When not writing, she loves to look at birds.