Tattered and torn, she
abandoned the old broken brazier
burning the boiling sweet corns
choked by bundles of straw
and her face red hot,
hiding tears behind
the effluvia and thick smoke.

Rusted and broken attic’s door, she
chained and firmly locked it
turned into the space to store
nothing but hundreds of dung-cakes
and her dead child’s
new bassinet
still wrapped in plastic.

Anomalously she recants
the powerful vibrations
coming out from the deepest corners
of her heart by engaging
her mind in suture and shears
sewing and stitching the voodoo doll
whispering a lullaby
to this new child in the making.

But she wouldn’t have to
if she knew
that the devil was called

My very first effort for any prompt ever. Written for Wordle prompt at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie.

Photo Credit: deviantart.net
Photo Credit: deviantart.net

17 thoughts on “Effluvia

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  1. Wow, a haunting write! I am so glad you decided to give the prompt a go!
    Make sure you leave the link to this in the Mr Linky on the Wordle prompt post, so other contributors can find your entry and leave you feedback! 😀

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