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When the Seasons End

by Kristine Ong Muslim

Winter at a train station:

He was not waiting for the frozen world

to melt. He had to get all the city people tonight,

rouse them from their beds,

and lure them to the train station.

He must kill them all

and let his grisly pet lap up the rest.

Spring in the forest of white:

The maidens in white hung him upside down.

A glass basin directly below his head.

His hunting rifle rested against a tree.

All lovely in white, the maidens sang

as they waited for him to putrefy

so they could gather the carrion’s juices

for the Faerie Queen’s spring bath.

Summer at the park:

The man smiled at this one little girl.

He wanted to share his little secret to her.

The child mouthed a strangled scream

as the man wiggled mischievously

his undeveloped tentacle

concealed between his fingers.

Fall at an abandoned warehouse:

She was tied beside the decaying bodies

of the ones before her. Her captor,

pretending to be human out there in the world,

wore her face until the next season.

 



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