Suddenly I woke up, straining to look up,
heard that incessant beating on the door
by the frozen hand, and I saw a very tiny sun,
I on the bottom of a very deep dark well.
A pinpoint of light up there, and then the pounding increased,
and I was actually spread translucent thin, my organs
visible, somewhere where I could clearly see
the dark side of the moon.
Worse, I realized
I was living there, had been and would be.
It was so cold, my teeth chattered uncontrollably,
my body shook, and I recalled hiding, inexplicably, from ships
that circled me many years ago, the ones that landed on the sunny side,
planted their flags, left me all alone in the utter black of red.
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Today’s writing prompt is
Use it to inspire a piece of writing, and then post that piece as a comment below. I would love to read it : )