WARNING: my prose can be disturbing for sensitive persons and is of course 100% fictional.
As November darkness devours my sanity I recall how it started already when traversing into October out of the Ninth-month.
Midnight stretches its claws both into dusk and dawn. Sleep-deprived I reiterate my failures, my inability to be relevant. I remember my ambitions, now fermenting into defeats.
I know who to blame, but I thought I had dealt with her properly.
The garbage incinerator left no trace, and she had already alienated family and friends.
She wasn’t missed, but she missed me. She was eager to show her butchered corpse, her eyeballs melting, but if I reached for her I couldn’t even capture her ash.
I carefully tie a slipknot on the rope already attached to the handcrafted beam. She greedily watches as I slip the noose around my neck.
I smile, my mind lucid again.
Embracing midnight I know.
I am to blame.

Kathe Kollwitz
Today Dora hosts the prosery at dVerse, with a promptline from Walt Whitman’s “Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking”:
Out of the Ninth-month midnight.
The total wordcount in Prosery is maximum 144 words which I try to hit.
November 4, 2024
A classic tale of psychological horror, both Poesque and Björn-esque, and I can’t say I didn’t see it coming! 🙂❤
Not a real surprise here I think—
Yikes, Björn! The opening phrase, ‘November darkness devours my sanity’ is very effective, something you know about living in Sweden, and I love the image of midnight stretching ‘its claws both into dusk and dawn’. And then it’s pure horror! I agree with Dora about echoes of Poe.
In my head I also thought about Therese Raquin and the image of the murdered husband…
Yes! I get that too!
You are so good.
This really cracked me up:
“She was eager to show her butchered corpse, her eyeballs melting …”
I love when you go all Edgar Allan Poe on us.
A bit scary is good … it is the season
Ah …. Count Dracula, Sweeney Todd, and on and on … live!!! Great write, Bjorn.
Thank you… dark is what I do best
There’s no turning back!
My eyes burn
Now I can’t see straight.
Indeed, you are to blame, Sir
👏🏽 👏🏽
I accept that blame
I enjoy dark almost as much as I love science fiction and romantic erotica, but not as much as I love the natural world. Well done here, Björn enjoyed it. 🙂 👍🏼✌🏼🫶🏼
Dark is fun
Deliciously dark and twisted! I love it, as well as your use of the given line. Well done!
The given line was rather easy to use this time.
Awesome, I so love the horror of your prosery!
Thank you… horror is delicious
Oh my! Your prosery perfectly executed, Bjorn!
Thank you…
Ooh, Björn. This is so bone-chillingly good!
🥶🥶🥶
This is dark and haunting for these winter months when ‘nothing gold can stay’.
Horror indeed, a grim tale, but also the tragedy – yet they will meet.