Some kids are frightened by their mothers
7th October 20091.
I wade the water up to my waist. I’m shark bait. A plume of wispy pink wafts from behind me like a dissipating eel.
2.
I am standing in line at the altar. A trickle straddles the inside of my leg like a shy retiring child.
3.
There is a small coagulated mass spreading outwards in the middle of my white ceramic dinner plate: shiny, the color of chocolate syrup, the outline of a misshapen silver dollar pancake. I fork around in it dispassionately.
4.
My fingers come up slippery and smell oxygenated. The white cotton string peeks out like a thin, wine-stained tongue.
5.
Through the dirt I leave a dark, dank trail in my wake. The dry ground slurps.
6.
I turn to look behind me like the Coppertone girl. I’m being chased across the courtyard by red puddles like so many stepping stones.
8th October 2009 at 8:40 am
Some very effective imagery in this one especially 1. and 2.
8th October 2009 at 11:45 pm
Yeah, except for that comma in number 2. It’s pissing me off now. (Cheers, Jim.)
8th October 2009 at 11:46 pm
There. Feels better.
10th October 2009 at 6:06 pm
i love it! its intimate, honest and beautiful
12th October 2009 at 6:24 pm
Cheers, Loopy!
12th October 2009 at 11:49 pm
I like this a lot, in a dark Grimm’s way. But you know, there’s something about bleeding that I love, in a my body is working kind of way that’s elemental and corporeal and bawdy.