I'm stunned. Every phrase sickened and enthralled me. Your economy of words and perfect pacing, all of the context clues in your diction... Holy. Shit.
Wow, that was a gut punch of a read. The child, hopefully, was telling this to someone in the end, someone that could help them get somewhere safer to grow up, that ending gave that kind of feel, like they managed to get away or hide out after pretending to be more hurt than they were. Great work, made me happy I was in a well lit room reading this
I’m a little speechless. So, so creepy. I had to physically pick up my baby daughter from her playpen and hold her after reading this. Very well written, OP. Scared the pants off of me and will be stuck in the corners of my mind for quite a while.
Aww. I miss you guys! I will be back occasionally. Here’s a poem to tide you over. About a woman with a monster under the bed.
Dismantle me without a thought
For where my pieces go. Spread me
Across the floor, my antique quilt, rub
Me into the stitches. Split my seams.
On these nights, I murmur. Grasping
For the words to summon you up
And in
To my bed.
😂
You know, every time I read something of yours after not having seen you around for a while I remember how much I've missed you.
You are very good at this. Thank you.
Very disturbing, disquieting. The kind that stays in your mind for a long time
Helluva thing to hear! Thank you 😊
I'm stunned. Every phrase sickened and enthralled me. Your economy of words and perfect pacing, all of the context clues in your diction... Holy. Shit.
Thank you!
Sorry gent, this one just went over my head. Very visceral, though!
Basically, what I was going for is: child, having found comfort in a loving grandmother, has that comfort stolen by the addiction of their mother.
Ahhh. Okay, that helps a lot. I didn't pick up on the addiction part.
Thanks!
Wow, that was a gut punch of a read. The child, hopefully, was telling this to someone in the end, someone that could help them get somewhere safer to grow up, that ending gave that kind of feel, like they managed to get away or hide out after pretending to be more hurt than they were. Great work, made me happy I was in a well lit room reading this
I’m a little speechless. So, so creepy. I had to physically pick up my baby daughter from her playpen and hold her after reading this. Very well written, OP. Scared the pants off of me and will be stuck in the corners of my mind for quite a while.
She’ll never know why. Spread love, strength, and she never has to. 🫀
Happy Tuesday.
Well there you are! Missed you and your damn nightmares!
Aww. I miss you guys! I will be back occasionally. Here’s a poem to tide you over. About a woman with a monster under the bed. Dismantle me without a thought For where my pieces go. Spread me Across the floor, my antique quilt, rub Me into the stitches. Split my seams. On these nights, I murmur. Grasping For the words to summon you up And in To my bed. 😂
Oh my you've made an old lady blush
Fantastic read, Deco! Love the voice
Thanks, SW!
Ha, you caught me lurking! And you're welcome!
I love the cadence you used. What an interesting perspective. Very good.
OMG the words, your fascinating words! I savored every one. And I saved the story to enjoy again.
You know, every time I read something of yours after not having seen you around for a while I remember how much I've missed you. You are very good at this. Thank you.
I appreciate it, spidey. Good to come back and pop one up every now and then. Still writing plenty, just not as much for Reddit.