“Blood Letting (Sonnenizio on a line from John Haigh)” by Brandon S. Roy


It sheds its own light, benign majesty. Unfortunately, we must murder it. - Pablo Neruda


As I grew up I realized,
though imperfectly,

that I was different from other people,
and that I only wanted to cut people

open and watch them die. This
might seem a little awkward.

Once I discovered working long
hours for little pay was harder than

cutting out someone's organs
in alphabetical order then the

world seemed brighter. I remember
getting a mug and taking blood from

a man's neck. I drank it. I have to
admit, I rather liked it.