The Good, the Bad and the… Are those Fangs in Your Grin, Dear?

The healing of my innards has been happening at a speed slow enough to make the world’s slowest snail flex its running muscles, while leaving my weepy gut in the slimy trail of its disdain. That’s the Bad bit, my Wicked Luvs—I’m not healing as quickly as expected (or as hoped), and the situation wreaks havoc with the rest of my living. Treatment that was supposed to last six weeks has been extended to thirteen weeks (at least I got a good number, right?). Then it’s all down a considerably crappy hill from there. But…

Weeping about what cannot be changed is not for me or my eyeballs, so let’s talk about the Good: my reading, filling out forms, and other time-sucking daily activities (I’d rather not do) have been reduced by nearly three hours. This gives me at least 180 delicious extra minutes to write myself some yummily dark fiction. What does that mean, Magaly darling? You might be asking your hot selves. And because you are so freaking cool, I will, of course, tell you: a month (at my current energy levels) doesn’t give me enough time to write, edit and polish the long short story collection I wanted to publish in April. But…

Five weeks (plus 1 *since 6 is such an ugly number*) might work quite well for the development of Drusilla’s novella. I mean… seriously, my Wicked Luvs, what soul in her right mind wouldn’t want to visit “Camp Cute, Creepy and (Quite Conveniently) Remote” in springtime?

I completed the outline of the story yesterday. My aim is to have the first rough draft finished by the end of the month *fingers crossed and typing gaily*. I will share updates via my old new Facebook Page, which I’ve just pulled out of the pits of unpublished oblivion.

If you’ve yet to meet Drusilla Amarantha Tepes, the Only, know this: she’s armless, she’s legless, she’s a tween who loves herself, her mad family and her friends to bits… Her mind works in cackle-producing ways that tend to warm the heart and tickle the senses. You can find a listing of her stories and poems on my Web Serials page.

I chose to delight in the writing of Drusilla’s story at this particular time because I love the dark sweetness of her uncanny ways. Also, because she brings to mind Charles Addams’ Wednesday and Neil Gaiman’s Coraline… and for me, my Wicked Luvs, that’s practically soul therapy. 😉

Drusilla“Tween Drusilla”, stitched to grinning life by Emma Yardis (of Little Gothic Horrors)

Powerful Freaks

We are powerful freaks;
some winged, others gilled…
all a universe of promising chaos.

I started seeing through dark-mooned skies,
my smile sharpened,
I took to weaving my fate.

When the first pet went missing,
friends and strangers whispered,
“She has all those legs now,
all those eyes;
that stomach is too large,
too monstrous
to be filled with just guts.”

While I was still naïve
enough to kiss hope on the mouth,
expecting it would kiss back,
I whispered explanations:
“My opisthosoma cradles my heart.”

But the Stones that made some of us Mythical
didn’t only expose our inner essence,
it also showed us powerful (perhaps too powerful)
in the eyes of men too scared
to see that our new shells housed the same old Selves.

they called me nasty bug,
recoiled (then trembled) when I was near;
some tried to crush me like an insect.
So many mistakes were made.

I considered smirking sharply into their flesh,
filling their veins with venomous rage,
liquefying self-inflicted blindness into convenient foods…
But I was a vegetarian,
in those nearly forgotten days.

a wee note…
– I was rereading my “Belle du Freak” poem, in order to write the short piece I was supposed to post today (but didn’t, since I just published “Large, Powerful, Wild”, and two consecutive short stories felt like a bit much). Revisiting the poem left me wondering about the spider woman’s background, thinking, why did she have to hide in a terrible circus? “Powerful Freaks” seems to be part of the answer.
Opisthosoma is the posterior part of arachnids’ bodies, often called abdomen, but different from it, since it also contains the respiratory organs and the heart.

written for May Monster Madness ← follow the link to visit other deliciously mad participants; and do visit the madness instigators: Little Gothic Horrors, Annie Walls, and Something Wicked this Way Comes…

linked to Poets United, Poetry Pantry 254

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