The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
A Host for all your Sweet Nothings
by Amanda Worthington
Your words are bright pinpricks in the gloom of Monday
They twist in me until the dermis breaks
Opening me up to your influence
.
It feels warm as I bleed
Ever the voyeur, I watch helplessly
As it slicks your fingers around each new point of entry
.
I feel the pulse quicken in my wrist
It is coming now.
They are coming now.
I try to rip the pins out
And your hand envelops mine
Holding it there
I want to resist but my flesh doesn’t
So long has it been since…
.
A hush descends as it happens, and I don’t dare to breathe
And I realize that this isn’t who I thought you were honestly.
Who I thought I was
.
We are brightness swirling around dark cores
Accretion discs.
Treacherous. Worlds still forming.
Always on the brink of disaster
But hiding it with laughter
.
Something stirs in me
The thing you’ve put there chitters impatiently
.
And we shouldn’t, I think
And even if we could, we wouldn’t
It doesn’t seem fair, does it? You say
.
As if reading my thoughts
No, I agree
It doesn’t
.
I cry out as another pin goes in
The sharp strikes a nerve this time
But the goodness that follows
The pleasure that flows
My veins swallow it down then
.
My focus shifts and I feel it multiply
And there are so many inside me now
And I can’t deny that I want it
Soon, I will be completely festooned
Until you decide to pull these pins out
.
When the time is right
You will remove each bright tack
One by one
Slowly
Leaving me full of holes
And with only the memory of your touch
And the ancient insectile things crawling
Burrowing down deep
Refusing to resurface
Holding fast
.
I am a host for all your sweet nothings
And if I cannot have you
Then let me have them for company
Fiction © Copyright Amanda Worthington.
Image courtesy of Pixabay

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A fascinating poem.
Amanda, hat’s off to you for such a successful poem, matching supremely well with the prompt! Loved it!