Untitled, Jenny Nguyen
The freezing plastic shovel bends
at the handle as it penetrates
bright red snow.
It screeches
loudly as it scrapes
pale pink matter
off the road.
He flings it into the woods
he covers it in fresh snow
he buries you,
the pieces of you
the ambulance
couldn’t carry away.
Starving animals
that heard the gunshot
hours before stare hungrily
salivating for the life
you threw away.
Their dark eyes pierce
through him, threaten
to spill his own mind
across the road.
He can’t turn away,
so he stands guard.
In the dark winter
he watches,
until the snow melts—
until the ground
swallows you—
and there’s nothing left.
About the Author
Chelsea Anderson · University of Alaska Fairbanks
Chelsea Anderson lives in Alaska with her family where she studies English literature and creative writing at the University of Alaska Fairbanks. This piece first appeared in Ice Box.
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