tumblr_moszg34PA41qg53az “Cruelty” by Lucille Clifton cruelty. don’t talk to me about crueltyor what i am capable of. when i wanted the roaches dead i wanted them deadand i killed them. i took a broom to their country and smashed and sliced without warningwithout stopping and i smiled all the time i was doing it. it was a holocaust of roaches, bodies,parts of bodies, red all…
1 the legend is whispered in the women’s tent how the moon when she rises full follows some men into themselves and changes them there the season is short but dreadful shapeshifters they wear strange hands they walk through the houses at night their daughters do not know them 2 who is there to protect her from the hands of the father not the windows which see and say nothing no the moon that awful eye…