Grind

A meat grinder caught on a bone.

Churn—

Churn—

CHOKE!

I scream.

But there is no one here to hear.

And this, my friends, was supposed to be an uplifting little ditty to welcome July in with a smile.

Do not ask me what happened.

I’m still hacking out a shin bone.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe

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