Welcome to this month's edition of the Friday 55, where the only rule is to write a poem, piece of prose, prose-poetry, or flash fiction on any subject, in 55 words, no more no less. This is a writer's challenge that begins at midnight on Thursday and is live through 4:00 PM Sunday, CST. No Mr. Linky here, so just copy and paste your link in the comments, and I will be by to read what you have written.
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Here is my own offering:
Pain
Pain
is the coyote
that follows the wolf.
Bones are enough
from another dog's kill.
While the brain locks in shock,
pain eats its fill.
When
the gash has
been made, the organ
worked loose, then there
comes the
howling hour,
the pull and crunch
of coyote's jaws;
pain's tongue-lolling grin
outside death's den-door.
pain's tongue-lolling grin
outside death's den-door.
February 2020
Disclaimer: Coyotes are a misunderstood animal, and no animus is meant against them here. They have an important place in the myths and lore of many cultures, as well as the ecosystem, and a right to their lives and habitats. I ask coyote's spirit to excuse the poetic license I have exercised in choosing him for my metaphor.
Image of coyote howling with full moon, 2011, ©hardcoreturkhunter, via internet Fair Use
