Posted in stream of consciousness

Sometimes He’s a Man

There’s a wolf in my closet.

Sometimes he’s a man.

He watches me through a crack in the door.

I can feel his eyes

Surveying my naked body.

He licks his lips,

Waits for me to leave,

Then he slips out,

Crouched low like hanging smoke

And molests my things.

I hear crashes in the bathroom

And run to find the culprit

But he sinks back into the shadows

And watches me.

I catch him out of the corner of my eye

Shifting in shards of light.

Sometimes he hides beneath my bed

And waits till I’m asleep. 

Then he slides his fingers,

Light as a breeze,

Along my spine.

I worry one day he’ll rip it out.

If I haven’t been quiet enough.

My friends think I’m crazy,

But they won’t spend the night.

This is part 1 which has morphed into part 2 (more flash fiction, less poem). Photo is from the WordPress library.

Posted in Word Prompt

Marionettes

It’s as if my entire life has been an experiment, a study in indiscriminate chaos theory; Russian roulette served up with a rusty knife. It seemed the world shook out of tune. Or maybe it was me. It was just a matter of time. It’s a scientific fact that great amounts of pressure will make things crack. Some of us can taste the air and others only hear static when we speak. It’s simply theory that we’re connected like marionettes on string.

Where you pull, my heart jerks; subtle palpitations against the grain. I gathered the words to tell you but you scooped them from my tongue. I dangle above our cardboard stage.

RDP Prompt Reflection

Posted in stream of consciousness

Less

The human memory is notoriously faulty.

Janine no longer remembered if she saw the light or if it was just the surgeons blinding head lamp as he crawled into her mother’s cavernous heart in attempt to save her.

Janine no longer remembered if she merely thought the words or if they actually slipped between her gritted teeth.

“Don’t bother, there’s nothing there to save.”

With all his gracious intent, the doctor took her hands.

“I did all I could but it just couldn’t be done.”

Janine couldn’t slam the gate fast enough, “You could’ve done less.”

No prompt to speak of.
Music: Moon Duo