These are my responses to the Writober prompt post Fear of Loss of a Sense. OctPoWriMo Fear of Losing My Senses If I couldn’t hear his purrsmorning cuddles would be likemushy-mashed-peas-with-body- odor after three days If I couldn’t feel his soft furmorning cuddles would be likecar-horns-blaring-bitter-neon-green motor-oil If I couldn’t see his green eyes andContinue reading “Losing Sense”
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Parasitic Clarity
These are my responses to the Writober prompt post Fear of Parasites. OctPoWriMo I started a poem that grew with each line like a parasitic tapeworm, but I like the Clarity Pyramid form so much, I wrote one of those to share instead. FEARof allparasites tiniest monstersslip into our systemsfeeding on us to our demiseContinue reading “Parasitic Clarity”
Torture Chamber
These are my responses to the Writober prompt post Fear of Torture. OctPoWriMo But to What Specific Purpose? It’s broken, and I can’t fix itThis complicated warning systemmeant to keep me from harmhas too many switches stuck onfiring and firing its alarmsbut like the broken light switchin the hall, they flicker, sendingnew jolts to theContinue reading “Torture Chamber”
Being Dismembered
These are my responses to the Writober prompt post Fear of Dismemberment. OctPoWriMo It’s Open Link Night at dVerse Poets Pub, so head over and link up your poem and read and comment on the other dVerse poets’ offerings. Dismemberment Arguments I don’t want to write about dismemberment.I am afraid of dismemberment : a footContinue reading “Being Dismembered”
Fending Off Attacks
These are my responses to the Writober prompt post Fear of Attack. OctPoWriMo Attack Attention Beware the crows circling the cornfieldand the childrenbehind the rowswhere are their parents? Pay attention when rottingwood gives way, trapsyour ankle, and you heargiant scissors somewhereWhy do you smell bacon? Stay alert when the sky’sneon-green and flyingmachines are hoveringover everythingContinue reading “Fending Off Attacks”
Life is Injurious
These are my responses to the Writober prompt post Fear of Injury. OctPoWriMo Life is Injurious Cuts, scrapes, and bruisessprains, and infectious oozestooth chips, muscle tearsrepairs, repairs, repairs The body’s busy healingas living keeps injuringa constant clash ofcare, and cares, and care It’s the fear and the painthat lead to fear of the painhappening againContinue reading “Life is Injurious”
Magic Mutilation
These are my responses to the Writober prompt post Fear of Mutilation. OctPoWriMo Mutilation’s Creation Choosing from the knife selectionthe medium blade with the best reflectionstabbing into plump, rough skinfinding it surprisingly thinI slice until my slices meetyank the neck to reveal the meatand set to scraping stringy entrailsdigging in when scooping failscarving chunks fromContinue reading “Magic Mutilation”
Amnesia of Possession
These are my responses to the Writober prompt post Fear of Amnesia and Possession. OctPoWriMo Possession Amnesia I remember that I’mnot myself, smelling of cherry cigar. I wouldn’t do those things, but Ican’t remember whatI did when I wasn’t myself. This accursed possessionleaving me blank and dazedwith blue-raspberry coatingmy tongue only longenough to rememberthat I’mContinue reading “Amnesia of Possession”
Insanity’s Reflection
These are my responses to the Writober prompt post Fear of Insanity. It occurred to me as I journaled this morning, that as I wrote the prompts for today, I was focused on the fear of losing one’s mind, going insane, but the fear of insanity may also include the fear of encountering someone else’sContinue reading “Insanity’s Reflection”
Phobia’s Panic
These are my responses to the Writober prompt post Intense Fear of Phobias. OctPoWriMo Phobia’s Panic Cascades Voices coming through the wallstoo muffled and quiet to understandlike invisible webs across doorwayssticking to our cheeks and lips start the silent pounding pulsecold sweats moist upon flushed skinand the cycle of slowly racing thoughtsof voices coming throughContinue reading “Phobia’s Panic”
Experience Writing 