Snarl.

By Rabeya Kaur

I don’t look at the sky anymore for mourning.

I look up at the sky and I see God snarling.

Winged burning fawns litter the air,

Galloping in a circle,

Singing or screaming,

“HOLY, HOLY, HOLY—”

I hear the ring of static they let out.

Gabriel teases my hair until it’s limp.

God is snarling,

God is snarling!

The fawns are drenched in bullet wounds.

I hold the gun one moment and the next

The temperature bothers my hips

But they don’t exist anymore.

I’m all gunmetal, cold to the bone.

The fawns rain like pelting.

I sink my teeth into its thigh, there is nothing I can do.

I cry with it, there is nothing I can do.

God is snarling,

God is snarling!

The moment I let go, I scare myself off.

It flies away screeching for the sparkle.

Bile bares it’s crooked smile at me when I feel it writhing.

Then I retch,

And I retch.

And all I can do is repent.

I bite the grass of vomit.

Gabriel tears my hair off and pokes my eyes backward.

God is snarling,

God is snarling,

God is snarling,

God is snarling,

God is snarling,

God is snarling,,

God is snarling,

God is snarling,

God is snarling,,

God is snarling,

God is snarling,

God is snarling,

God is snarling,

God is snarling,

God is snarling,,

God is snarling,

God is snarling,

God is snarling,

God is snarling,

God is snarling,

God is snarling!

By Rabeya Kaur