Deathly Living Scrolls

It stank of all things putrid;
life, decaying.

My sunken feet disintegrating in gluke
-their deafening vile life forms
gnawing into flesh, hammering away.

Pain searing, my skin burning
-yet I still hide, the last place you’ll look;
never waking city
-except its’ crippling invisible organisms;
alive, they’re very much alive,
sinking their nashers’
on soft, moist skin
it bleeds –oh how it bleeds
-yet still I hide,
in putrid things that stink;
life, sleeping, decaying.

Written 03/03/2012

Copyright © Ozlem Yikici 2012-2013 . All rights reserved.

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This is actually a #flashfiction piece I've written on my personal blog yikici.co.uk

The prompts I had to work with were:

DEADLY PAPER / THE CITY THAT NEVER WAKES / DEAFENING / LAST PLACE YOU LOOK / THEY TOOK IT AWAY

BeKindWrite (the Flash Fiction issuers) were not mean with the rules; therefore we had free reign on how to work the pieces; the only condition was to use the prompts (all or a few) in any way we may interpret it.

I could not wait to sink my teeth into this. I hope you enjoyed what my muse became.