The piece of skull my ax had so carefully carved from her head,
The pinkie finger he lent my steak knife reflected the dim light of the fireplace.
The smooth rib bones they had so had so graciously surrendered to my cleaver were joined together with silken red ribbon.
Beautiful blond garland was the finishing touch-
So glorious to open the box from the attic! Oh how I love to decorate the tree!
Lisa De Young lives in a small town in Northwest Indiana with her husband and three daughters where she manages a dental office. Her love of writing fiction and poetry began when she was a child continues to be an inspiring passion that moves her daily. She has short stories published in The Bleeding Lion and Theme of Absence and poetry forthcoming in Ricochet Review.