The write-up is based on a sensitive theme and may be a little disturbing.
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She found it hard to concentrate on teacher’s
monologue.
Her mind wandered.
To the ink on her back.
To the damp dungeon.
To the scratching of the pen.
To his fingers tracing the hemlines.
Then the fresh contours.
Then probing further, deeper.
To those seven days.
To the municipal trash-can where they had
found her.
With only a mirror in her hand.
She still heard him, all the time
“Mirror mirror on the wall ...
You're the fairest of them all”
She shuddered.
She knew he still haunted the streets out
there.
And, all she could do was hate butterflies.
Linking with Velvet Verbosity : 100 words : Wall
Linking with Ermiliablog : Picture it and write
Sad, but well written.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Heidi
DeleteWhat a provocative and visceral poem. It was well written. I am a new follower from the challenge. I am number 506 on the list
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Melissa. Good to have you over.
DeleteVery good piece Ruby!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Joe
DeleteOh that last line- it really made the piece for me. Dark and well done.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Megan.
DeleteLeaves me with a little fear of butterflies too!
ReplyDeleteI am sorry. Thank you for your visit Robyn but of late such happenings have been clouding our thoughts frequently.
DeleteSo well done. I was a trauma therapist. It would be those little things that are most haunting.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Maggie. Coming from you, it means a lot.
DeleteKind of like an abbreviated version of Lovely Bones.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for your kind words.
DeleteThe ending felt like it should have been really powerful, but I didn't get it. Where did the butterflies come from that she would hate them? It's almost as though you saw the other image I wanted to use for this prompt.
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May be it didn't click this time. Thank you so much.
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