Challenge
Challenge of the Month XI: December
The Unknown. Perhaps it's our purpose, or an obscure branch of theoretical physics. Maybe it's the existence of a supreme being, or the origin of life. Or maybe it's something more personal. Write about something unknown. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose. $100 purse to our favorite entry. Outstanding entries will be shared with our publishing partners.
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a keyhole into the past
i find breath on my neck, again
it is not the darkness behind
the door that scares me
i pick the corners of my fingernails
eating the leftover skin
the breath whispers
“adore me”
it is not the darkness of
the unknown that scares me
i jam a screwdriver into the lock
prying open the door
but also, my ribcage
scattering dead butterflies
the breath turns to laughter
which sounds like a car accident
it is not the darkness,
the end, that scares me
fingers bloodied, body
dismembered, i enter
“i have swallowed myself
whole before.” the breath whispers
as have i
it is the darkness
inside myself that scares me
--A Conversation with Anxiety