Embrace the Ick
Think of something that truly repulses you. Hold that thought until your skin squirms. Now, write a glowing puff piece about its amazing merits
Oh the wondrous mystery of it all!
I’ve just had a wander through other people’s notions of ick-worthy (as you do) and for a minute there, I thought, Yep, you’ve finally done it, old lady: you’ve lost the plot. There were posts there from November 2012, and at least one from the 15th of this month… Surely the prompt hadn’t been up as long as that? And most startling of all, at least half a dozen people had removed their sites altogether, obviously within hours of posting their responses to today’s topic.
Or is it today’s topic?
Is it today?
But there, my computer says it is. Or maybe tomorrow, in your terms. Should I worry?
The wind’s from the northeast.
Shiny blue bubbles drifting and bobbing,
riding the swell and the rising chop
innocent as sun-kissed babies.
with smiling faces and vicious tails
that wrap themselves round tender human flesh
and cling like lovers, leaving
weals of fiercely burning bites
in the secrecy of the tumbling, salty sea.
Piss off, you little buggers.
You’re stuffing my day.