Single Dill Pickle For Breakfast

Lori screams in the shower
seeing eyeballs in the ceramic tiles.

The heat of the pounding water
set her skin aflame to purify.

Leaches fell from her body
as the watching eyes closed.

The leaches were small enough to fit
through the strainer holes

and whirl down the drain
to start their trip to Texas.

Lori toweled off with an open
pack of orange Jello.

Her skin soon jiggled
with the oddest tan.

copyright © 2022 Kenneth P. Gurney

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