Monday, May 12, 2014

Doubt

Eight legs,

Those sharp, itching pinpricks

scurry over my skin

so furtive,

secretive

yet predatory.

The comment seems benign,

virtuous,

but the powerful venom

begins

to replicate, those

cold, calculating tendrils

burrowing into my brain,

feeding, expanding

until all is darkness within.







Is something crawling on me?

15 comments:

  1. Very interesting take on the post. Loved the imagery.

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  2. this was gorgeous. I loved your wording and the images were so vivid, I swiped at my own arm.
    Once again, you raise the bar so high for our writing.

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  3. wowness. I love how you put this together!

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  4. Those left handed compliments do simmer. Good job.

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  5. I love the metaphor. You pulled me right along.

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  6. "Cold, calculating tendrils / burrowing into my brain." I love your language in this piece. Karen

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  7. Very creative! I have felt that doubt from little comments way too many times.

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  8. They can start so small, too. Great write, Tina!

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  9. Beautifully written~

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  10. Awesome take on the prompt TMW-made me feel so "invaded" :-)

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  11. So creative. Wonderfully crafted!

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  12. "secretive yet predatory" Yikes! Get me out of here (in a good way, of course).

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