Indian Corn and Liver

It was an ear of Indian corn! Indian corn? Yes, she stood in silent screams as it passed out of her body covered in blood. A sense of relief came over her and quickly left as she felt her body needing to dis-spell something more. There was no pain only a moving pressure as more blood and slabs of what looked like liver slid out leaving a trail of blood on her legs dripping to join the masses and Indian corn and pooled blood below and between her feet. She looked around in horror and embarrassment at the young men in gray and black army fatigues watching her. She yelled for them to turn away, to leave - they stood firm. She realized she was naked from the waist down. She was forced to remove her clothing to allow her body to rid itself of the Indian corn and liver. She reached down and began bunching up her pants and underwear to hide the blood and droppings her body had produced and voided. She walked slowly between young men all seemingly disinterested in her plight. She, was painfully aware, covering herself with her bloody clothing. She peered out a front window and fixed her gaze on a young man, fatigue shirt unbuttoned and sporting a white T-shirt. His rifle rested with him on the tree he leaned upon just next to his black boot. He was smoking a cigarette and standing guard. Her eyes connected with his for a brief moment and he quickly turned away. She completed her journey through dimly lit hallways in search of a trashcan and covering for her naked and blood stained body. There was an endless spattering of statue like soldiers all staring off in to space while clinging to their rifles. She worked her way through the maze and found a closet and entered, quickly closing the door and pushing herself up against it as some kind of false security. As if she could stop them from coming in.. She put her blood filled clothing filled with pieces of liver and the Indian corn in to a trash bag and ruffled through shelves and boxes. She found old tattered jeans and army boots and a big flannel plaid shirt. She quickly dressed and stood silent in the closet, waiting, wondering what to do next.


A strange sense of awareness came over her, much like restless sleep warding off consciousness. She felt around and began to realize her surroundings; her bed and pillows and the mound of man laying quietly on his side of the bed. She immediately began to cry and speak in a small frightened and relieved voice of a child saying, "I am so glad it's not real, I am so glad it's not real................" as her tears flowed and whimpers filled the room like a hovering helicopter he reached to her, "shhhhhhh, it's okay, you are safe, I am here...." She jumped up and tore off her underwear looking for blood stains on her legs or blobs of liver or that damned Indian corn that slid out of her body, - none of it was true or real. She cried and cried softly as she tucked herself close behind him until sleep came again.


Such a dream. What did it all mean as she recalled the details of blood and Indian corn and liver and soldiers standing guard. In the morning light it was all quite vivid in her mind. It made no sense - or did it? The impact of what she was trying to hold on to, believe was real was too much for her. The ugliness of the harsh reality she needed to deny, void, be rid of felt like a pressure, a moving pressure. She had no idea what the Indian corn meant. Only that it had to be voided, as there is no room for such horrible truth. or room for Indian corn. The liver? Again, no idea. Except that she hated liver and so it had to go, get out, be eliminated. The soldiers? What were they guarding? Her? The truth? No idea. However, their firm indifference suggested they were ready to do whatever was necessary, required, regardless of what she did or didn't do. They represented strength and the soldiers that would help her fight. Fight for or against what? Now that was the $64,000.00 question.

WTF?

Love, Gail
peace?