When the blood came by Linda Fuller Her daddy’d been drunk when the blood came. She was thirteen and cursed. Her mama hugged her and told her she was a woman now. With the blood came a brown pain that made her curl in on herself. Her mama started to look at her in a different way. Her daddy too. Then he sickened and died. After that, she didn’t care about too much. A switch had flipped in her brain. Sixteen, she took off and took up with a man. Then another. And another. A sad parade. Each loss dropped her lower and she’d stay down longer. Coming up, she’d bend and contort, trying to fit. She’d try to carve nests of skin and hair. She’d always get pushed out and she could never fly. Alcohol helped, then it didn’t. She got a real mouth on her. The new man was drunk when he took a knife to her. When the blood came she curled in on herself. 04/23/2011 Author's Note: Way down in the hole contest Posted on 04/23/2011 Copyright © 2025 Linda Fuller Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)