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”
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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”
Fearing Control and Loss of Control
These are my responses to the Writober prompt post Fear of Restriction. OctPoWriMo Today’s Meeting the Bar prompt at dVerse Poets Pub is to create kennings and use them in your poem. Kennings are compound expressions with metaphorical meaning, like “oar-steed” for ship, or “whale’s road” for sea. I think that hyperbole and kennings willContinue reading “Fearing Control and Loss of Control”
Freeing Restrictions
These are my responses to the Writober prompt post Fear of Restriction. OctPoWriMo Limited Restrictions This room is not the smallest roomThis wood chair is not the hardestI don’t know what I’m doing hereThe rules won’t be too restrictive It’s not the strangest rope I’ve feltNot the tightest knot ever tiedI’ll wriggle out eventuallyThe rulesContinue reading “Freeing Restrictions”
Paralyzed by Fear of Paralysis
These are my responses to the Writober prompt post Fear of Paralysis. OctPoWriMo Paralysis She wears a tangy-sweet perfumethe orange blossom tree in springher voice a nightingale—unanimously accepted to bethe sweetest birdsong—sings a funeral dirgechanting: if only, if onlya flutter, flutter, flutter If I could speakI would tell herI’m here and I’m tryingI’m telling myContinue reading “Paralyzed by Fear of Paralysis”
Screams All The Way Down
These are my responses to the Writober prompt post Fear of Loss of Autonomy. OctPoWriMo Today is Quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets Pub and the prompt word is “light.” For today’s poem, I was sure that my Artist Magnetic Poetry Kit would have the word “light,” but to my shock and horror, it did not.Continue reading “Screams All The Way Down”
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”
Experience Writing 