No Guts by Ryan Quinn Flanagan

She said he had no guts
so he took a kitchen knife
from the wooden block
on the counter
and began cutting.

At first
there was just flesh
and blood.

But soon
he was able to get inside,
pull out the guts.

She screamed
as they spilled out
over her feet.
Her new pedicure
lost forever
she turned and ran
into the street.
Falling against the cupboard
where they kept the blue colander
he hit his head.

Holding his guts in his hands
he admired the beauty
of the human form
one last

Ryan and the Beast Aug15

Ryan Quinn Flanagan presently resides in Elliot Lake, Ontario, Canada with a nurse that drives a big blacked out truck and many hungry bears that rifle through his garbage.


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