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The Old Lady Eats Brother Anguish

Mel Waldman

    After dark, the old cannibalistic lady craved blood and crushed bones. When she saw Brother Anguish, her twisted and gnarled psyche commanded her to obliterate the poor fellow, who stood about a foot smaller than she.

    Why?
    He was differenta    She liked him.
    She loathed him.
    He married her daughter who shared her mother’s pathological and artistic traits.
    He married her drop-dead gorgeous daughter who looked like her mother before the old lady was transformed in a Kafkaesque metamorphosis. Transmogrified into a creature of madness and rage, she needed someone to hate.

    The tall, skeletal beast, with sharp powerful teeth and jaws, like those belonging to the small, black, muscular Tasmanian devil, chased Brother Anguish into the guest room upstairs. The young man cried out in vain in his mother-in-law’s West Tisbury house.

    From afar, I heard her ferocious screams. It’s the Hellhound of Martha’s Vineyard, I thought. Did any other human hear her cutting, Satanic shrieks?

    Covered in a white shroud with white hair cascading down her narrow hips, she cornered Brother Anguish, grabbed his fragile head, opened her mammoth jaws, and bit into bone, flesh, and brain-matter.

    I rushed away and flew across phantasmagoria. Yet I witnessed the heinous crimes. I watched the old lady crush his skull, blood gushing fiercely and freely from the battered, broken brain-container. And soon, my frenzied, feverish eyes saw the old lady devour Brother Anguish, drinking blood, chomping skull shards, and biting hard into his shattered soul.

    Even now, the old lady eats Brother Anguish,
    my alter ego, my severed spirit,
    my dark twin; from afar,
    I watch her
    eat me
    alive.



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