Ember #18, Flame #7, Fever Red #2

[shadowsong26]

Name: shadowsong26
Story: React
'Verse: Feredar
Colors: Ember #18. Predation, Flame #7. combustion, Fever Red #2. chronic
Supplies and Materials: graffiti (Earth Day: Reduce; Attacked), reimaging, miniature, photography, eraser (Urban Fantasy AU), brush (transpire), acrylic, oils, feathers, novelty beads, yarn, glitter
Word Count: 100
Rating: R
Characters: Mel, Kit
Warnings: Aftermath of a werewolf attack
Notes: Constructive criticism welcome, as always. Experimenting with found poetry (with some tense and pronoun changes) for this.


Morning. Somewhere.
Everything hurts
a dumpster...a couple doors...a rusty fire escape.

It started out well
(what happened)
date looks worse by the minute
(what happened)
bloody tears in his shirt
(what happened)

there's gotta be a payphone around here somewhere

Dial tone.

Kit's voice.
an angelic choir

shut off the car
parking lot
hospital.

cool hands and a light touch

...claw...?

a lycanthrope?

wrapped in sterile gauze
curled tight
i taste something acidic, bitter

werewolf.

I'm a werewolf.

But I'll be okay.

Kit will make sure of it.

Kit will always be there.

somehow.

i'll be okay.

somehow.

Comments

[bookblather]

Oh, God, poor Mel. Poor baby. Nice job.

[shadowsong26]

Thank you.

He will be okay in the end, at least. But not because of Kit.