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The Art of the Feed
by Christina Sng
Just after dusk, I sit by the waterfront, feeding the seagulls as I always do. They wait eagerly for me, grabbing torn chunks of food from my hand, bobbing their heads up and down in appreciation.
Today, it is that man from apartment 11B. I caught him on his way to work, luring him into an alley without cameras. An easy feat, since his fists were aching for a hit after his battered wife took the children and left for parts unknown the night before.
After they are fattened and full, the seagulls take to the darkening sky, soaring effortlessly into the clouds. I join them, my thick leathery wings shrouding the setting sun as I fly, searching for our next meal.
Fiction © Copyright Christina Sng
Image courtesy of Nina D’Arcangela
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More from Christina Sng:
A Collection of Nightmares
Hold your screams and enter a world of seasonal creatures, dreams of bones, and confessions modeled from open eyes and endless insomnia. Christina Sng’s A Collection of Nightmares is a poetic feast of sleeplessness and shadows, an exquisite exhibition of fear and things better left unsaid. Here are ramblings at the end of the world and a path that leads to a thousand paper cuts at the hands of a skin carver. There are crawlspace whispers, and fresh sheets gently washed with sacrifice and poison, and if you’re careful in this ghost month, these poems will call upon the succubus to tend to your flesh wounds and scars.
These nightmares are sweeping fantasies that electrocute the senses as much as they dull the ache of loneliness by showing you what’s hiding under your bed, in the back of your closet, and inside your head. Sng’s poems dissect and flower, her autopsies are delicate blooms dressed with blood and syntax. Her words are charcoal and cotton, safe yet dressed in an executioner’s garb.
Dream carefully.
You’ve already made your bed.
The nightmares you have now will not be kind.
And you have no one to blame but yourself.
Spreading the Writer's Word 
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