they ain’t never seen before.
They gotta see everything they can before they get scolded. She had no clothes, lying on that
straw mattress all splayed out. Didn’t even look human, not with that
suit of red and brown on. It was dried blood that covered nearly every piece of skin, only her feet showed the chalk white color of death. My greedy eyes were drawn to the deep red line cross her neck, a second mouth, it had talked an awful lot of blood. Little lines from a blade dotted her chest and arms, the rough handiwork of a violent man. I know I am not that man. Her eyes were gone, only black pits, where shadow and gore made out to be a haunting nothingness.
That’s what both
ered me the most, he had taken her eyes. I began to feel faint. Leaning forward against the
grip, I was just thankful he was there to keep me from putting my knees in that poor girls blood that soaked the dirt. I done went numb, like some kind of dream, like my brain gone and switched off without me giving it permission to. They took me back to the cell, asked me if I was ready to confess. I could only shake my head, trying clear my head of that terrible thing I seent. That poor girl was all I could think of. Every time I clothes my eyes I see the holes were hers once was.
of formed a good thought to save my life but even if I was thinkin clearly, I would
t much care to speak round people. I wanted to say I was innocent, scream it, b
ut I couldn’t
. I never been able to say nothing most times.
It weren’t no use, the men
had blind justice in their eyes, I could see the hate burning there. Folks eyes will tell all you want to know bout what they thinking.
It’s my mouth. I can’t blame em
comfortable with it neither
and I’ve had for thirty eight years
. A harelips what they call it, on account of that gap down from my nose resembles a hares face, though
people don’t mind
so the name can’t fit the problem
that well. It makes it hard to speak, and I spit an awful lot when I do. My front teeth are always showing, I make this constant offputting grin though I
don’t mean to. It robs
me of a real smile but I like to think people smile more genuine in their eyes.