Horror Quiz

This little deaf plant has shrunk. It’s more like a mushroom now. Shriveled
little womb

it contains a baby of brown smallness.

A dwarf comes out of a nearby door stirring soup with

What is that?

a stick? Or is that a rib, a spine with some teeth still left at one end?
She waves it at me

like she’s waving it at a Christ.

The sun is still up there; unshaded, hard, like a cyst
that haunts an organ.