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”

Haunting the Haunted

These are my responses to the Writober prompt post Fear of Haunting. OctPoWriMo Writober Flash Fiction A Jail Behind My Face It started with a hard, itchy spot on the side of my right cheek near my earlobe. I couldn’t help but scratch at it, even when it would bleed. I must have even beenContinue reading “Haunting the Haunted”

No Imposters Here

These are my responses to the Writober prompt post Sounds of Words: Onomatopoeia. OctPoWriMo Imposter It’s your smile, but not your smellyour legs, but not your liltyour hands, but not your holdingcallouses caress contours incorrectlyand your countenanceyour countenance is clumsy It can mimic your voicebut clicks clip calm courtesiescan climb into your clothesbut not yourContinue reading “No Imposters Here”