Pulling It Out From Inside

By Brandi Wells

I open my front door and there’s no
outdoors, only a theater full of people, all
screaming at the same time because a half-
dressed girl has just been gutted. After
screaming, they keep eating popcorn and
drinking soda, because no one has been
hurt and not much has changed. But there
was one moment when everyone released
their tension with a scream and that
experience made me feel better about my
boyfriend drunk-fucking his ex and my
mother telling me my haircut made me
look like a boy. I open and close the front
door until the girl’s intestines are wrapped
around her head, tied neat in a bow,
dripping sloppy down her face and neck.

Brandi Wells has poems in the Foliate Oak, Apocryphal Text, Slab, Blaze Vox, and other Journals. She is a graduate of Georgia Southern University having majored in Writing, Linguistics and English. This poem was first published in Night Train. For more of Brandi Wells visit God Is A Giant Crab.