Imago Night

This is the second Write Campaign Challenge.  The rules are as follows:

Write a blog post in 200 words or less, excluding the title. It can be in any format, whether flash fiction, non-fiction, humorous blog musings, poem, etc. The blog post should:

• include the word "imago" in the title
• include the following 4 random words: "miasma," "lacuna," "oscitate," "synchronicity,"

If you want to give yourself an added challenge (optional and included in the word count), make reference to a mirror in your post.

For those who want an even greater challenge (optional), make your post 200 words EXACTLY!

Of course, I had to go for the added challenge.

You can check out the other entries HERE

Kethae twisted her arm behind her back, seeking out the lacuna between her shoulder blades with gentle fingers. A gasp escaped her lips as her probing digits brushed the swollen, tender skin. The cavity had closed and it throbbed, like an abscess beneath the surface.

“Is it always this bad?” she asked.

Father Wind swirled around her, murmuring comfort as he blew soothing cold air off the lake across her back.

“Don't be a baby.” Sister Rain wept. “It gets worse.” Even so, she dropped cool, fat tears onto Kethae's heated skin.

A miasma of agony enveloped Kethae's torso and she fell to her knees with a long, plaintive wail as the skin of her back oscitated from top to bottom. Something wet slithered out of the split.

Mother Moon smiled down at her from the black velvet sky.

“Come, my child,” she whispered. “Come to me.”

“I can't.”

“Yes you can, love,” Mother Moon said. “Look.”

Father Wind's cool breath fanned across her back to the sound of rustling silk. Kethae rose, shrugging off her old skin, and marveled at the synchronicity of her new gossamer wings, mirrored in the lake.

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