BASTARD!!

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He left two marks on me.

Stains...

 They hurt when they broke the skin.

 

I tried to wash them off,

And they wouldn't come off,

I figure they are meant to be,

A label.

 

A scarlet letter,

Written in indelible ink,

Never to be erased

By any man, woman,

Or force of nature.


An insignia

Of how I came to be 

What I am.



I have searched and searched

For their meaning,

Their purpose...

And at one time,

I was even going to sue.


There was no sense to it,

They are here to stay.


I am a tainted woman,

How will I go on?

I beg for some kind of redemption,

Some significance,

Even settle for a tiny morsel 

To quench the aching loss 

Of my dignity.


The disfigurement is disturbing.


But all I know of him

Is what was written on his woody shaft....


I will never forget it.


It said...

  ..."#2".




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Author's Notes/Comments: 

I have two pieces of lead embedded in me. One in my pinky finger, and one on my forearm, that I somehow sustained since grade school. I poked myself once when a pencil was stuck in my desk...the other one was a similar event... ;-)

...hope you enjoyed. 

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PeterChristopherRaymond's picture

Wow. Stark and bitter. You're

Wow. Stark and bitter. You're quietly wounding the one who uncaringly wounded you,

nightlight1220's picture

A wise man once said...

A wise man once said... "Never....NEVER...do a loyal woman wrong."

 

;-)

 

Thanks for the read and comment, Mr. Christopher. 

..


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

SSmoothie's picture

an unfortunate stroke of

an unfortunate stroke of luck!


Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's life SIMS, but not as we know it" - ¡$&am

nightlight1220's picture

Yes...or fortunate... it's

Yes...or fortunate... it's about how you work it!!

.. :-D


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "