Hadi Atallah

He was an animal now

For attacking, biting

Hiding and hunting

Living only to preserve himself

And his Family

…The wind screamed over and his eyes were white; his eyelids stitched with blood.

Suddenly she was afraid

She remembered the man

Lying dead in the bushes

With a gun in her hands

For sex was danger to her

…Her skirt all darkness, and her hands helpless among the neighbors.