Black Sheep

by Alexa Harlowe

I don’t always fuck a man before I kill him, but when I do, I find there’s one thing they all have in common. They’re disappointing.

Killing dickheads like you and dissolving their bodies in sodium hypochlorite. Keeps a girl busy.

Death takes my hand in skeletal fingers, whispering in my ear. Garrote.

“I guess you’ll have to enter the organ trade after all. I’m sure your bestie Fletcher will start with a kidney. But if it were me, I’d go straight for the heart.”