By Colleen Foley
Before I could tear her throat,
dizziness slammed into me, turning vision into a grey-fuzzed jigsaw
puzzle. I fell sideways and sat down hard, back against the wall.
I could only watch Seth capture her and turn her slowly into splatters of chopped pimento on walls and floor.
He took his time and he was brutal. She kept screaming long after she had no mouth to scream with. I think he did that, made her able to feel and shriek long after death took her.
Terrified acceptance filled me as my brother helped me stand and we began to climb.