Text Box: WE PULLED APART THE DOVES we pulled apart the doves on the north side of my balcony. piece by piece we took them into our palms and weighed their parts. one had a baby plugged inside her. it didn’t seem unusual that we did not seem enthused. instead it was a chore, a task done daily by others and we were just sitting in. our fingers dripped with gristle, pink and grey and warm. warm and cold at once, like hot water after an ice bath. I woke up tasting the blood between my knuckles.

Rachel Abraham currently lives and teaches in Ottawa.

I See a Darkness

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