It sounded like a wet melon, the splitting of his “dear” brother’s skull. This was originally published in Spring 2018 edition of The Helix.

i. sinewy synapse, snap. you don’t look old. (feel that) ii. play it in that seven/four-scuff-the-floor play it with that THUNDERCAT! play it in that “squik-squik-squik,” eke it out, stick. kick_kick— …like that, LIKE THAT! iii. HIT! iv. wet

Skull deadbolted,           but still It knocks with the fist clenched white and the knuckles stained crimson. (This is merely for humor, as It knows a power:           the premium penchant