A Bite


A Bite


one morning there was a bite

an arc on my forearm

almost on my elbow

clear distinct human

top row bottom row

teeth marks

skin not broken

bruised red ridges indents

not where I could have done it

it wasn’t there when I went to bed

there was another bite

on my left heel

it was tender to the touch

another spot my mouth could never reach

then a final bite mark

on my inner thigh

I could still feel a mouth there

a tongue warm and wet

as teeth sank in

as if someone had

tried to devour me in my sleep

all day I found myself

rolling up my sleeve

just far enough to see the first bite

it hadn’t faded into a pink rose

it was still there

an red angry smear

when I got home

the others were also there

as if something had a hold of me all day

I checked the mirror carefully

had I missed one

did they make a pattern

they didn’t glow in the dark

they didn’t throb

there was no pain

only the sensation of my hand

weeks later

years later

they are still there

and despite them

there is never less of me

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Sticking to spooky for October. This is an old piece that began as a dream sparked by a guy who liked to be bitten playfully during sex. There’s also a sense of stigmata at play here too.

I recently watched The Conjuring – where the appearance of bruises on one of the characters revealed a demonic presence. In my take the presence is merely persistent as opposed to demonic. Pointless almost but curious.

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One of the mystery/supernatural tropes I like to experiment with is creating an expectation that isn’t met in the way you might expect. Here, I think, the expectation is of that demonic force; or perhaps a vampire of sort, maybe a spirit trying to communicate.

jacket disembodied

So we end up with a piece that is sort of creepy, someone caught in a disturbing circumstance that in the end has no resolution. The bite marks become an allegory for life memories that bite us, leaving marks only we can see and which we are never free of.

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