I imagine the breeze rustling the trinkets dangling above me. I even hear them in some distant space, clanking against each other ruefully. I can see them battling for space, a place to occupy my mind.
I remember watching TV. Knights clashed their swords together for the attention of some distant maiden. Sunlight carves stark lines across my single mattress like the scales of a dragon’s belly.
I’m careful with this one possession. I lay still but not for long out of fear my waif body will destroy it.
I sink into the lines, willing the beast to devour me.
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Hugely atmospheric
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Thank you Neil!
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Sun is the knight, sun’s ray is his sword, you are his maiden?
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Perhaps. Thank you for reading!
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Wonderfully evocative writing.
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Thank you!
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Dear Kelley,
The atmosphere is heavy in this piece. I’m not sure if the dragon is a piece of jewelry or something else. Nonetheless she’s very protective of it. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you!
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There a poetry to this. It’s mysterious. What is she protecting and from whom? It’s borderline erotic. “…willing the beast to devour me.” Nicely done.
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Thank you!
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The title led me to think of demonic possession. The last line seemed to reinforce that. I love the way you told us so much but didn’t truly answer all the questions 🙂
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Thank you!
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I echo everyone else in saying this is very atmospheric and begs answers to many questions.
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Thank you Dale!
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Terrific writing, Kelley. You describe the situation beautifully. I’m not 100% sure, but I think the MC is in the last days/hours of dying of cancer. It’s the waif body, and the beast devouring her that make me think that – and the fact that she’s too frail to interact with the world, she’s just a passive observer.
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Thank you Penny! I love the interpretations everyone has
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Lost in random thoughts is all we can do sometimes. A great capture of thought.
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Thank you!
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Hmmmm…I couldn’t quite put my finger on what the possession was that the MC was very careful with. Nonetheless, very atmospheric writing.
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Thank you Fatima!
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