by Alexx Mattox
Rats live under my bed.
They bite at my toes and ruin my home. Claw through the walls
and gnaw at my bones.
As their bloated bodies float to the ceiling I grab their hanging tails
like strings tied to balloons, hold on to those hairless extremities
and carry their rotten stench and horrid screams to the kitchen.
Then, I drown them in the sink.
Their claws scratch the blood-stained porcelain. Tails flail in every
direction. Plump corpses get stuck in the drain and drift to the top
of the crimson sea.
Now, I can get some sleep.