Stitches
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emazzaroseI love to write poetry and short stories
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Stitches

by Emily R Mazza

Because hospitals are a place where injured people are fixed;

I am now “good as new”.

Eighteen stitches, screwdrivers and injured people--

“Good as new”.

Bleeding badly but after eighteen straight edge razor blades, emergency staff satisfied themselves with my sutured wounds.

Emotional shock prys at a body that is no longer my own,

Crowded with the damage done to my feet and arms that whisked my shadow away.

I am now alone.

But after eighteen hours spent in a hospital bed, my family still screams at the wounds left on my crimescene of a body.

I am now dying.

And my eighteen razors, stitches and hours of agony gnaws at the formalities whom comforted my family saying “she's good as new”

I am now the devil's dust,

how sad they left me alone.

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bernardtwindwilGranddad & story teller, tomthepo8.com
10 months agoReply
Wow! This was incredibly powerful and incredibly honest. It took an immense amount of courage to write this. I loved it. Great job.!!!!!