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She’s So Heavy

Greg G. zaino

Making way to a school locker,
Beverly endures front entrance dread.
The spit, sneers, and name calling, crowded her ears.

Daily- unabated, the brutality of words-
words, like the hacking of a machete,
taking a scrap at a time.

She ran the morning’s gauntlet,
bearing her measure as best she could
in terrible humility.
Her obesity seemed everyone’s concern,
but her own.

Boys were cruel, the girls, far worse,
especially in the showers after Gym class.
“Hey Fat Bitch- Moby Dick- Great White!”
Their cruelty never slept.
Graffiti on her locker, food thrown at lunch,
dog shit at her desk...

Years prior, tears spilled off her cheeks,
but that only enticed them.
She learned long ago
to bottle her feelings- cease the display of hurt.

In hurried silence, she passed them by
committed to memory,
the faces- their arrogance- the cruelty.

She detested these animals- wished them all to hell,
her heart knew hatred...

On a Friday morning,
the literal day of Templar slaughter,
they waited like salivating Jackals,
but instead,
the fat girl spoke first.

Out it came-
her dad’s nickel plated, Sig Sauer automatic.
Pandemonium ensued and blood gushed.

The dogs pleaded, tried to run, but too late now-
shrieks of terror flooded the hallway.
Counting down as she squeezed the trigger,
her targets, spun and fell,
again and again, until 13 lay dead.

White eyed- the shooter roared, “No! Fuck ‘You’ Bitches!”

One round left, turning the gun on herself,
Beverly squeezed the trigger a final time.

“Bang!”

It was complete...



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