Wilt

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
It started with so much hidden potential. . .

Submitted: December 25, 2019

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Wilt

 

This body, bones so solid, and it’s blood most pure. Solid, that is until- This body melts. Falling between the boards, I stare up. A fatal attraction of madness.

The scent of earth, the touch of maggots, entanglement of roots. My body is no more, it is yours, it belongs to all. But something new, a touch to be felt, without a caress of flesh.

Soft and gentle, an image disorient. Her flesh made of mist or perhaps steam, she calls. There is no need for tricks, you’re coming with me. Ironic, a ceremony, death without warning. 

My life story, these roots and thorns feed, my spirit is to take. What, with a touch, what could I do. She whispers, a balance of malice and love, you are to fear me. 

These Railroads, sins of a Sloth, A Million Kisses. An image, blood red lipstick, a dress fit for a widow. A story meant to be left, always and forever, untold. Now, name me, my beloved song without sound.

A real Nightmare, a Meltdown, a weapon. A liar, knight, servant. A clown, a rose, a ghost. A devil, a thief, a raven. A Magnolia, a Myosotis, a Baptism Of Fire. A taste of Gravity from M2U, born as a Mili, or will you Escape The Fate?

 


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