Altered Words: Her Absurd Delights
In case you are new to these posts, Altered Words is my take on blackout poetry, where I take a story, poem, or other literary work and try to “find” a poem within by simply crossing out the words I do not want to include in my piece.
This month’s poem comes from my story The Weaver Witch, originally published in Issue Two of Frightmarish Zine.
Her Absurd Delights
The old crone’s
ashen fingers touch her
throat.
Pain burns,
willing her suffering
forth.
Her fingernails
fashioned from whittled bones
stretch to the ceiling,
insidious and thorny,
like some creature
at the mercy of those who
succumb to
her absurd delights
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