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Stiches

Contributed by a7x36 on Friday, 16th June 2006 @ 01:20:29 AM in AEST
Topic: anguished



The scalpel is dull.
It can't cut anymore.
So the stiches stay in place,
firmly against my crimson lips.

The operation was long ago,
but the healing isn't done.
The wire stays put...
for now.

Soon the doctor will call,
and say:
'It's ok now.
Come in and we'll get it out.'

I've tried it on my own.
(The pain is unbearable.)
But my tools are lacking.
I have to wait...

It's only been months,
but it seems an eternity.
The anticipation...
The waiting...

What an awful test this is.
No man should be subject
to this pain, this confinement.
No man should be tortured so.

I try to speak,
but the wire holds me back.
All that comes out is
horrible, painful moans.

I want to scream.
It doesn't work.
I can't even let out my frustration,
or vent my anger.

D*** that man,
who so cruely tied my
lips together with his disgusting
metal wires.

D*** that man,
he hasn't called yet.
I've been by the phone for days.
It still sits silent.

No More!
I need a scalpel or a shotgun.
I need to speak,
or I need to die.




Copyright © a7x36 ... [ 2006-06-16 01:20:29]
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Re: Stiches (User Rating: 1 )
by bronzen on Saturday, 17th June 2006 @ 11:17:31 AM AEST
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nicely written not corny just your expressions on your feelings


Re: Stiches (User Rating: 1 )
by drtylilsecret on Saturday, 17th June 2006 @ 01:01:31 PM AEST
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interesting...i like the way you metaphorised it with the stitched lips....good write.

~natalya


Re: Stiches (User Rating: 1 )
by darkangeleyes57 on Tuesday, 7th November 2006 @ 08:33:10 AM AEST
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I didn't think this was corny at all.. It is good when you express your self and your feelings... I liked this... Great poem..

Take care
Christina




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