i had to work the wound
to get it to bleed again
no amount of murmuring
would entice it to cease
once it freely flowed
these closed doors
flickering living room lights
the smell of half-eaten dinners
don’t fool me
you’re all bleeding
——
floating and leaving no trace
i had to work the wound
to get it to bleed again
no amount of murmuring
would entice it to cease
once it freely flowed
these closed doors
flickering living room lights
the smell of half-eaten dinners
don’t fool me
you’re all bleeding
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Whew. There’s a gory truth to this. Perfect, perfect title.
Thank you. I’ve done gory, but not perfect before. 😀
This gave me chills. I reread it at least five times and I am still trying to figure out what it means to me. It just hit me really hard.:)
I’m really glad it connected with you. I’m still trying to figure it out myself.
This is really good … but why would you do that??? I’m a Hello Kitty Band-Aid girl. 🙂
I’m not gonna knock Hello Kitty.
Wow Such power and fragility, particularly in the first stanza.
Thank you!
We’re all just bleeding. Hiding is isn’t such a great skill. We need a skillful surgeon to purge it. I like the truth expressed here boldly
Thank you. 🙏
Haha! Very cool. Writers gotta bleed to get just the right flow.
Those words aren’t going to type themselves!
I know. Dammit!
Yes, I am also bleeding
We all do.
I have to think about this. It is really good. We are all bleeding, but it is working that wound to release it!
Most of us go through life routinely trying to stop that flow. It’s scary because what may be expressed, let out may very well infect the stifled society in which we live. That kind of order, allowing little to no room for soulspeak, needs infection.
This feels a bit like an itch when picking at scabs (metaphorically)
Exactly. That obsessive compulsive need to revisit our wounds and the sick satisfaction from doing so.
My goodness this is good! There is gory truth in this that sends chills down my spine! Perfect 44!💜
Thank you very much. Glad to send you a tingle.
the hen pecked blood is the vicious circle – very evocative not least the half-eaten dinners
Always something sad about uneaten food.
Getting the bleeding to stop is a good reason not to start it.
There are some medieval doctors who might think you’re resisting having your humors adjusted.
Simply loved this. I have a cat. There’s no turning over drawing the blankets close for me! Sigh …
Thank you
For a dark and chilling post, I must open up and say “bloody well done!”
I thank you 🙏.
Too real, too true.
As long as it’s not too cliche, I’m okay with it.
Nope… didn’t appear to be to me.
stark and true. I would say, yes, everyone bleeds, but I’m not sure…maybe some hide it better than others.
You can’t hide from a carrion bird.
My brain wants to translate that to a country song with the lyric: “you can’t hide from a carrying bird…” whatever a carrying bird is. 🙂