'Flash' writing anthology about chronic pain - submissions welcome!

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‘Hagalaz’, by Ruth V. Chalkley

In Lithuanian, runoti means both “to cut (with a knife)” and “to speak”.

      Hail: Hagalaz
      Pain, loss, suffering, hardship, sickness, crisis.

       Spirit-breaker
       Faith-Taker
       Misery-Maker
       Joy-Stealer
       Dream-Breaker
       Shadow-Hound.    

       Thought-Waker
       Friend-Fooler
       Life-Dealer
       Mood-Carver
       Time-Stealer
       Life-Hider.

        Sometimes, some time,
        Signal-Saver.

 

U.K.

‘i want my mom’, by socks

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  • by socks

‘Food for Thought’, by Ryan Michael Dumas

Just got a letter from disability insurance: Denied. I’m not disabled enough to get anything. After months of trying to convince them.

How do you prove you can’t work?

I cannot sit up, stand, or walk hardly at all. There is no job I can do while laying down, without having to make phone calls.

Just laying here, my back aches. But it’s the most comfortable position I can find. (It hurts my hips but those aren’t important.)

If I dared to sit up, my lower and upper back would scream in agony. It would not end until I laid back down.

I couldn’t keep working; had to move back in with my toxic parents. I have no money, no freedom, and no chance. I have no future. And that terrifies me.

I’m a survivor. The world wants me dead. It’s only a matter of time.

 

‘7 Months of Pain’, by Robert Orr

Every day I travelled, called or thought
It was never going to get better
But the morphine did its job

Varying degrees of brightness 
But in the end all grey
Kept away the darkness that we knew would come one day

We had laughs, we had tears
We had quiet, we had sleep
We had time together, we had time

You never once complained 
You never were bitter
You were in pain, but they always kept it subdued

In the end you were distant 
Slowly fading away
In both mind and body, but along with your pain

I still remember now
Not as frequent but still vivid
Your pain it is now ended, and I still I don’t know why

 

  • by Robert Orr

‘The exorcism of Spasmodic Torticollis’, by Holly Hirst

‘This is my best exorcist impression,’ I tell you with a grimacing grin.

I tell you it’s a horror movie to make you laugh. So that you can laugh at the girl controlled by demons. As her head turns full circle on her neck. As her smile screams with silent blasphemy. Because if you don’t laugh, you turn away. You’ll never follow Karras through the window. You’ll turn and walk downstairs, sit with Chris and hope it goes away.

 

  • by Holly Hirst

U.K.

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