Flash fiction written for JD Mader's 2minutes go writingexercise... It's every Friday-Sunday, so if you fancy writing something - whatever you feel like - head over there, or just read the flash fiction and poetry.
The catch
I will keep the twisted hook
When I prise it from my flesh
Dug in deep where it rusts,
Its poison coursing through me
In a steady line. I hear it like
The ticking of the clock, slowly
Diminishing, out of time, as an
Insect crawling scours a ragged
Path. I linger. I pull. I pick. The wire
Snaps. And I watch as the hook sinks
Back inside, enmeshed, twisting,
Twisted, down.
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, May 11, 2018
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