by Cait Cole
In the back woods on the dirt trail she
got her boots stuck in the mud. Pulling out
that rusty flask, she tossed back stinging
raw amber drops. It wasn’t ordinary rum that
got her buzzed, she needed something special
to get the pretty demons woken up.
Grinning like a madwoman, she wiped
the dribble from her chin. Lungs on fire, she
declared it her first sin to pull the souls out
one by one, like her intestines come undone.
When she finished retching on the ground
she cried and praised her mama for all she was.
How she wished she could be stuffed with
chocolate cake, thick chunks of sugar-laced
sponge that melted on her tongue. But it
was her daddy that gave her this medicine
that cured the wilds in her head – so she
wiped the guilt off her palms and stood
up to dance yet again. She could fight tooth
and nail until bones broke and her knuckles
bled, but why battle the unbeatable when
sweet spirit will always win?
Cait Cole is a writer from New York. She is also a full-time student and a part-time barista. Her most recent work can be found in Bitterzoet Magazine, Fruita Pulp, and various others. She lives in Seattle, Washington with her husband and two cats.