Numb – A Drabble/Horror Poem

Today I bless my lack of sensation
Impervious to duress, stranger to elation
No rage to harness, no willful push through tension
I used to hate this state of mine.

As the knife digs in, I feel no tickle
Random cuts litter my skin, my captor’s quite fickle
I don’t know the sin that led me to his griddle
But may he not break this state of mine.

The steel goes deeper; a tear I swallow
My merciless torturer starts to wallow
His smile a crater that devours my morrow
I used to hate this state of mine.

Stupid girl…

This story was written based on this prompt.


About Aheïla

Somewhere in Quebec City, Aheïla works as a Game Design Director by day and writes by night. Known for her blue hair, unyielding dynamism and tasty cooking (quails, anyone?), she’s convinced “prose is the new crack”. She satisfies her addiction daily on The Writeaholic’s Blog and weekly on Games' Bustles View all posts by Aheïla

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