Soppity


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Soppity
He hit her on the head with a mop.
Her little face busted, she looked up at the crusted,
table remains
and wondered if any of the leftover pieces
would find the feces she swished in her mouth.

The leftover pieces.
The leftover pieces.
The dead rabbit pieces that begged for redemption
from a life sadly lost
on route 29.