I'm not keeping days anymore.
Today I was told to do the backyard. I had to shake the bodies out of the trees. I found Neb-er-tcher last will on the side of a tree truck. He had no legs, his eyes were gone, and he had been stabbed.
Dear Mr. Growden
I don't believe in white people. I don't think white people were made to exist. The first time I saw white people I thought they were bugs. I've seen bugs that look white and in Africa, they have a name. I don't know what caucasian means. I know what Asian is...
So, I found Neb-er-tcher, Derreck Arnold, Mystelle Wheeler, Mystelle Mcclain, and Rory Murray. They had IDs on them and a squirrel was in the backyard eating a body. A lot of the bodies have rags for clothes. I even found one completely naked. Dick was cut off. A female had dried blood between her legs.
I was sick of trees, so I started working on the plants... that spooked me. I kept hearing sounds like somebody was moaning.
In the backyard there is a fountain filled with dirt and flowers. It's amazing how water carries shit. It's not 100% dirty just a bit yellow in color. There were also dead bugs and I found a decapitated rabbit. It was a toy. I dug it out and threw it on the ground.
I used a rusty shovel to clean out the fountain. It just comes into my head again. I put my hand over my stomach. I'm pregnant. Maybe it's been a few days, but my stomach is still small. Is he growing?
It's a boy because penis size matters. Short dicks give out a more female quota. I'm happy about that. It's that I don't like girls, boys are so much easier.
My husband...
Florence comes outside but trips coming down the stairs. She squeals and of course, I have to help her. She screams as I get her to her feet. She has big tears and her mouth is out of line. "Florence, you ok darling. Just sit on the step." She keeps yelling and eventually scurries back inside the house. I hear a gunshot. Then a scream erupts.
I ignored the outburst and started attending to the bushes. I'm so tired.
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Outside I found several needles and a path in the back. There was also bodies on the ground and a car in the back. The doors were broken off and the engine was removed. In the glove compartment, there was a gun. It had three bullets left inside.
Sam came to the living room. "The lawnmower is in the garage." he crosses his legs. "Ok..." I yawn. "I killed my kids." he smiled. "Where is the garage" I ask, I'm shocked, but it doesn't feel that bad to me. "Do you masturbate?" he asks. I narrow my eyes, "Who doesn't?"
"True but I'm tired of jacking off."
Lord. "I'll get the lawnmower."
"I like meatloaf, by the way." he smiles.
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After understanding where the garage was, I headed back in the garden and fired up the lawnmower. Cutting grass is normal until Cydney comes outside to the porch. She points to the grass, "You missed a spot."
"I just came out here." I say.
"Pet the leaves too, plants are living things." she waltzes back inside. Her left leg is backwards and the sides of her body are moving left to right. She hums to herself, it sounds like Frank Sinatra.
I found a head in the backyard.
I mowed the left side of grass and worked on the grass that got too high behind the fountain. I had a shit moment as one of the bodies fell out the trees. It was a little white girl with torn purple shoes. I stopped mowing and moved to check. Her ass was bleeding and her bottom jaw was missing.
It's Cassidy.
I remained outside sweating stanky. I buried Cassidy and I saw a horrific thing by the trees again. It was a body with hands where the feet should be. It climbs down the trees and ran by the car. I watched as the body, the zombie? Disappeared and heard the abandoned car revved.
I cut the west side of grass until I didn't want to do anymore. I found a snail and took it with me inside. He tucked his head in his shell. That made me smile.
Wonder what kind of personality he has? I should name him. What about Job? Speaking of... was he a prophet?
I take Job inside the house on my shoulder. Once inside, Masika comes running to me. "Get out!" she faces me. "Get out!"
"I can't do that." I try to walk pass her but she grabs my hands. "You have to!"
"Sweetie let me go." Maybe I'm depressed. I just don't care. "How about you and your brothers get ready for class? I got a lesson."
I don't know why I'm here. I don't know how to leave; then again, I do.
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"This is Job. He is a snail." I start my small class. Masika is hyper, constantly fidgeting. "An animal with a shell is a gastropod. Slugs and snails, often referred to as gastropods, are members of the huge taxonomic class of invertebrates known as the Gastropoda, which is part of the phylum Mollusca. In addition to being food, pests, and disease carriers, snails are also highly relevant to humans since their shells are utilized as jewelry and as beautiful items."
Masika raises her hand. "Can a shell be a necklace?"
"Yes. You can make a necklace using the shell. Even earrings." I tell her.
"What is escargot?" questions Nyama.
"In many cultures, snails are frowned upon as food, however in the Mediterranean region, Africa, France, and Southeast Asia, they are to be allowed." I rub my nose. "Although the exact date that people started eating snails is unknown, archeological findings suggest that eating snails occurred before hunting was invented. According to Adeyeye et al., snail meat is an excellent source of important amino acids including lysine, methionine, and cysteine, which are hard to find in other protein sources."
I write on the black board 'proteins'. I feel so sludgish. I shake my head. The effects of slavery are getting to me. I'm pregnant. My eyes start to swell with the thought. That man is like seven feet tall. "Protein." I slap the board. "Your body requires protein to function correctly and to build and repair cells. Your body requires protein to function correctly and to build and repair cells." I stand straight as the kids pretend to write except Nyama. "Can protein make me human?" he asks.
My eyes open wide. "When will I die?" says Masika. "I hope I suffocate"
"That's stupid."
She slaps her mini desk. "It's peaceful!"
"No, it isn't!" Nyama shouts. He gets up and slaps her.
Dear lord.
"mRrR mmRRrrRRR RaaaaAAAAaa!" I hear Adam. "UUhHhh Gggg oRR GrrRrr nuurg AahH Ooooo!"
"I don't understand a thing you say." says Jarrah.
"Here's a very unique question." sounds Nyama. "Did you mama raped Edmond?" says Nyama. "Gggg Ooooo GgRrRRR!"
"Exactly Adam," says Jarrah. He didn't understand shit. "Edmond is dead though. Just like Casey and floorboards."
"Floorboards?" I question. "Don't step on her." says Masika.