My brethren’s rotting corpses litter the plucked marsh, victims of the elements – an easier demise than mine.
First, I’m scalped.
Then, my organs are scooped out with a spoon.
Finally, with gouged eyes and a toothless mouth, I’m set on fire, my body paraded like a trophy on some doorstep.
Billie-Leigh Burns is a writer from Liverpool. Her work has been featured by 50 Word Storues, 101 Words, Funny Pearls, and The Hooghly Review. She is also a maths tutor and a bookkeeper, making her the only writer she knows who owns an ‘I Heart Spreadsheets’ mug.
