Charles K. Carter

Scorpion

When a dirty clan of boys
crowd the scorpion in a
corner and set a ring of
fire around her, no one blames
the scorpion for splitting
open and striking herself
with her very own venom,
taking her own life.

This is but a myth passed on
for generations and
generations. To her own
venom, the scorpion
is immune. When these dirty
clans of boys learn that she
can’t be bullied into taking
her own life, they torture her
and finish the job for her,
ripping off her stinger,
scorching her tail with fire,
stabbing her fighting frame
with her own removed limb,
kicking her into walls.

Either way,
when clans of boys grow up
to be clans of men and
they want to see blood spill,
they will smash her skull into
the pavement.
They will.


Charles K. Carter (@CKCpoetry) is a queer poet and educator from Iowa. He has an MA in creative writing with a poetry concentration from Southern New Hampshire University and is completing an MFA in writing from Lindenwood University. His poems have been published or are forthcoming in Idle InkDodging the RainPismatica MagazineInk Pantry, Marias at SampaguitasThe Mark Literary ReviewActive Muse, and Anti-Heroin Chic.