Howling in the Street

Written for:  Quickly’s Thursday
“Too Much of a Good Thing”
How do you know when to quit? How do you learn?

We are choosing a prompt from a listing.

My choice is:  She was howling.

Animal shriek.  Wolf loose
in city. Pedestrians look
around for origin of sound.
Winter sun blasts sky in
amber haze. Group of people
head down street. No wolf.
A keen-eyed person spots
a blanket in front of closed
building. One brave soul lifts
a corner. A woman screams
underneath. Homeless, surrounded
by shopping bags. Skin like
red meat. Tears flow. She points
to her stomach, lifting layers
of moth-eaten sweaters. Gasps.
They see it. Large knife wound;
she was stabbed. Where is the wolf?

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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2 Responses to Howling in the Street

  1. Stark images. Made me flinch


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