Sunday, September 19, 2010

The clock said two, but it was only one. Sunday 160

Endless twilight

the bed sat up

the man stood down

tubes flushed:

food impasse

across a sterile tabletop

lesions grew

while the clock on the wall

ate the fellow raw.

(This is a Flash Fiction poem in 160 characters, spaces included.  The challenge is hosted by Monkey Man HERE. Try it yourself, and let us both know!
I am still trying to express the struggle of facing cancer and the ravages of chemo and prolonged hospitalization many patients experience.  Pray for this 30 year old.


  1. This one is deep. The clock eating the fellow raw. That draws quite an image. Thanks for playing. Loved this.

  2. Wow! Dianne, this piece really got to me... perhaps because of my fear of hospitals. Well done!

  3. This is powerful, and very sad. I instantly imagined Kaposi's Sarcoma.

  4. that last part about the clock (time) eating him...ouch...that one stung...nice write..great 160...

  5. Oh my gosh. I'm a nurse and the visuals were so strong. Very powerful 160. I pray for your health, Dianne.

  6. This is unbelievably good - especially to have been written from a prompt. You have taken those words are given them power.

  7. Doesn't get much more brutally clear than this without actually being there.

  8. Ohmygod, why haven't I been reading you lately? Powerful.