Thursday, November 11, 2010

Scars

The Confession
by John Grisham


she stemmed a trickle of blood
applied ointment
to the cut
placed a sterile pad
over an index finger
sliced while dicing potatoes
pressing down until the blood
pushed itself to the surface
a pressure against bone
a cycle recalling
raw wounds
scratched without knives
with unimaginable words

Linda Watskin

9 comments:

  1. Wow. Very nice. pressure against bone. Great description of repressed wounds coming to the surface. Words can really hurt us.

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  2. A hard confession to make. I particularly loved the final three lines.

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  3. loved the shown detail in this... and how bandaging up the physical wound recalled the deeper pain of

    raw wounds
    scratched without knives
    with unimaginable words

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  4. This was just perfectly written, I love the concise nature of the piece and the turning at the end...so true, you can be hurt much more from words than physical injury.

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  5. Terrific. Spare like a knife.

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  6. raw wounds scratched without knives....Wow!
    Very well done.
    Victoria C-S
    http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com/2010/11/13/worth-dying-for-big-tent-poetry/

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