These are my responses to the Writober prompt post Fear of Mutilation.
OctPoWriMo
Mutilation’s Creation
Choosing from the knife selection
the medium blade with the best reflection
stabbing into plump, rough skin
finding it surprisingly thin
I slice until my slices meet
yank the neck to reveal the meat
and set to scraping stringy entrails
digging in when scooping fails
carving chunks from vacant flesh
breathing in the death so fresh
I’m not one to repeat or cheat
there’s no erasing, no delete
I take risks with my technique
to make an expression completely unique
because this chance comes once a year
and I want my pumpkin to show its fear
Writober Flash Fiction
Mutilated Image
Hannah didn’t mean to spill acid on Tim’s photo. To this day she doesn’t know why it was on her workbench while she was experimenting with etching glass. But after she saw the pretty colors that a couple drips made as the photo’s surface bubbled, she added some more. The screams from upstairs tore through her, and she bolted up the stairs. Tim was sitting in his easy chair in front of the TV. The game was in the third quarter. Hannah relaxed for a second thinking he was just mad at the game, but he kept screaming, a tortured blood-curdling scream. And something smelled like bacon. Then she saw his face, skin burning off, sizzling, bubbling, changing into so many beautiful colors.
Halloween Photography Challenge
For today’s images I used my torso filter with an inkblot on plastic filter and took a picture of the security light across the street while standing under a tree in the rain.
Experience Writing 