Paul's MarkWhen Paul was back in London, thenPaul's Mark1 year ago in Poetry More Like This
too quickly was he lost
The Epileptic Redhead Man
was on the path he crossed
his seizures came with sympathies
though fear was what he'd felt
Paul panicked when a helpful man
approached him with his belt
The Redhead Man composed himself
and scurried off the train
with Paul behind in hot pursuit
and sympathies to feign
his quarry lost, Paul went back home
and with a passing glance
he'd found a taunting vomit-mark
upon his favorite pants
with fabric scrubbed beneath the tap
his dripping nose did bleed
and reddened rash upon his skin
had spread with hastened speed
the shower head would ease no ill
as sloughing flesh began
so helpless like that frightful train:
The Epileptic Man.
Burden of The MarkODYSSEY II Submission:Burden of The Mark1 year ago in Writing More Like This
Burden of The Mark
Paul's heart raced as he tried to block the ugly rash from his mind. He could feel the deformity on his hip and thigh throb with each heartbeat.
"This isn't happening," he whispered in shock, "It'll get better, it'll go away..."
Paul stepped out of the shower and quickly dried himself off. He gently dabbed the towel at his leg with a turned head and felt his throat go dry when the bloodied towel flashed in his peripherals. He wrapped his last clean towel around his upper thigh and stuffed it into a wrinkled pair of trousers from his open suitcase. Paul wondered how much it might cost him to see a doctorit was most likely more than he had. He decided to just dressed and find something to treat it at the nearby convenience store.
If it's flesh-eating virus, he joked to himself, I'll make some calls in the morning.
Paul hobbled down the first aid aisles and filled his basket with skin-healing creams, pain rel