To get some perspective, you can read about the challenge here, on Insatiabear's blog.
We were given the following picture and challenged to write flash fiction (150-275 words) inspired by it and to include this phrase in our submission: "cold and dead".
Here is my attempt:
The many men she's had before,
The many souls, collided.
The many times he thought of her
With lips and legs divided.
But here she lies, a covered head,
A naked corpse below.
So stiff and still, a cold and dead
Reminder that she's gone.
But how can he, a silly fool
With matching stiff in hand,
Tell her that he'll always know,
That he'd always understand
That she is much more beautiful
Much brighter as a ghost.
A spirit, spector, spook or ghoul -
Softer shadow of its host.
As though she could never quite be
As free as she is now.
The many times she'd made him see
How she would choke and drown.
The many thoughts cry in his skull
And weep into his veins
He's another man, by her, full
Of void, and lacked restraint.
He leaves her now, his many gifts
Lie in ribbons on the floor -
A testament, accidentally left
To another dead whore.
(I know, it creeps me out too! But I enjoyed writting something a little different, and I do so enjoy Insatiabear's challenges.)
So, against the flow of that dark little diversion, I leave you with:
Love, licks and lashings,