she felt the blood run
in the boar's head
sitting on the mud floor.
the others in the classroom
on chairs: the taga teacher
droning
she imagined: a blood-red blow
a final vivid death-rattle-reality
the severed head rolled away
she covered the bloodied hair with hay & burnt it.
organs in a soup. her head and palms cold.
one learns more from hate or spam than love-
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