This week’s prompt from my writing group was “Oh don’t worry about them, they’ll never tell.” I combined this with another of Seanan McGuire’s poetry tutorials to get this very weird poem about a parasite.
Toxoplasma
when you yearn to break the spell –
the doom etched into each cell
of your body, you expel
your spores so they can compel
new hosts to seek one wrong smell
and ring the cat’s dinner bell
don’t you worry about them
they’re condemned, but they can’t tell
