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Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
Hex
by Amanda Worthington
I was an insect, I think
Confined to the dark places, segmented
A fragile thing encased in a carapace of faith
.
Now, six twisting antlers have sprouted
Rising out of my skull like daggers
.
I have counted them in this eternal night
Run my fingers across every inch of my body
In an act of defiance, I suppose
My touch is the one thing I’ve chose in this madness
.
And while I haven’t gotten full control of the heft, it is coming
I told her she could have me in three days’ time
Begged these hours of knowing what I was and was not
Before I yielded to her request to make those men bleed
.
I feel her creeping back now
Eager to slither into the beast she’s made me
Eager to slick these antlers with blood and viscera
I am her Frankenstein
Her molded clay
Her dark masterpiece
.
And I wish she no longer wanted me
And if there was a way…
.
But it is too late.
She is here now, whispering:
.
Have you got a sense of things? It’s time to go.
.
She fills me with her awful insight
And I let myself sink into the turbulent sea of her
Succumbing to the undertow of her urging
.
The sun should be rising
But it goes on hiding
.
We both do.
.
But I like to think we’re both still here somewhere.
.
I am her weapon
Another thing to be wielded
Worn down, blunted, discarded
All in the name of claiming a power
That will never be mine
.
I begin to explore her from the inside
With gore caking my antlers –
The soft aftermath of her ecstasy
.
I feel impossible to get clean, forever soiled
.
I am the prison and its lone tenant
And while she sleeps I scream
In silence so loud it swallows the forest’s sweet murmurings
.
And then containing my agony finally
I fight my instinct for flight
Imagine I am some elusive beetle still
Skittering, chittering
.
Looking for the right place to bite
.
Fiction © Copyright Amanda Worthington.
Image courtesy of Pixabay

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Delightfully twisted and creepy.
Beautiful language in this poem – that growing “sense of things” as she comes into her own power