These are my responses to the Writober prompt post Fear of Loneliness.
OctPoWriMo
Loneliness Arrives Uninvited
not a lone wolf but a
skunk in a funk
or a slug on a sofa
slimy and stale
slowly oozing
leaving sticky trails
not a peacock but an
amoeba, a parasite of pain
like knives stabbing
from the inside
once it gets in
it never wants to leave
feeding, feeding on its host
not a pet but a pest
a fat fly circling
sweaty temples, buzzing glass
but avoiding window
openings and open doors
it buzzes and buzzes
until it’s swatted
Writober Flash Fiction
Last Words from Quarantine
I know I’m going to die. There’s no point in pretending there’s any hope. But the doctors are wrong. I can no longer speak. My jaw is so locked it’s as if the bottom half of my face has melded together and my voice box has shredded, so I’m writing these, my final words. It’s not a new disease, not a mutated virus or bacterial weapon. I can hear it. Hear its loneliness. All it wants is to repopulate its species. It wants to find a mate. For now, in one host like me, it can only make copies of itself, splitting and splitting. It doesn’t find replication satisfying. It’s weak in this state. When I die, you can’t let it breed. Don’t bury the quarantined in a mass grave, and don’t, whatever you do, don’t burn the bodies, because like the phoenix it will rise stronger from the ashes. It won’t be long now. That’s blood from my eyes leaving those red splotches. Please read this. Don’t let it be too late.
Halloween Photography Challenge
For today’s images, still thinking about the difference between fear of loneliness and fear of being alone, I thought about those times we feel lonely when we’re not alone, feeling completely lonely in a crowd. So I used a wire face filter with all the lights in the mirrorworld.
Experience Writing 