My first entry in
poetigress Thursday Prompt, in which you write something inspired by a word or phrase. This time it was the word "Vision".
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I woke up to the absolute darkness.
How long had a been asleep? Where am I? What is this covering my face?...
Nothing is covering my face. I'm blind!
What has happened to me? Is there no one here who can tell me?!
I try to speak, but nothing comes out. Am I also a mute?
I smell something, it smells good. I am hungry, I must eat.
Oh there it is, I can see it. So I am not blind after all. But what is it, I can't see it well.
I bite it, it struggles. I bite it in the neck, it stops.
I swallow a piece. It doesn't taste well.
I must find something else to eat... Oh there is something, I can see it.
It looks like me... And I must eat it.
Written by Bo 20-01-2010
poetigress Thursday Prompt, in which you write something inspired by a word or phrase. This time it was the word "Vision"._____________________________________________
I woke up to the absolute darkness.
How long had a been asleep? Where am I? What is this covering my face?...
Nothing is covering my face. I'm blind!
What has happened to me? Is there no one here who can tell me?!
I try to speak, but nothing comes out. Am I also a mute?
I smell something, it smells good. I am hungry, I must eat.
Oh there it is, I can see it. So I am not blind after all. But what is it, I can't see it well.
I bite it, it struggles. I bite it in the neck, it stops.
I swallow a piece. It doesn't taste well.
I must find something else to eat... Oh there is something, I can see it.
It looks like me... And I must eat it.
Written by Bo 20-01-2010
Category Story / Human
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 120 x 120px
File Size 964 B
Rather horrid. Even surreal. Cannibalism... for a moment, I had the idea the protagonist of the piece is literally eating him or her self... which is kinda mind-twisting idea. Not bad, not bad at all... even if rather grim and dark, I enjoyed reading this. Also, poetry. It's not so easy to analyze. I think too much with my mind and not enough with my feelings... and most often, poems are more about feeling than something logical and regular.
Very well written. I enjoyed this.
Very well written. I enjoyed this.
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