Star pickets on shins

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Its not beautiful

Gaping wound mouthing its pain at me directly 

Red voiled words strain themselves from makeshift lips

A tongue of bone  sits across the torn out scream 

Sputtering and gurgling as veins add to the heated furore 

The surgeon peers and wipes over the crass outpouring 

Silence, then muted sobbing

dirty red mouth needs  washing.

flushed out 

More unruly crimson defiance! Deftly Muffled again

the gaping makeshift  mouth  mutters a desperate prayer

giving a resolute yawn and finally relaxes

Scrubbed and trimmed, Stiched into a peacful crooked smile.

Docs got it all sewn up! 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Not easy with your kid in surgery but definately harder before! 

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Much better after surgery.

Much better after surgery. Thanks :) 


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

AngryLaughter's picture

Ouch!

Perhaps  heal with some  helium?

SSmoothie's picture

Hopefully... I could use some

Hopefully... I could use some to help with the shock!  :) 


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

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After The Crisis

after the work is done and the offspring delivered into the halls of the medicinal and the miraculous, you crumble. And write poetry about the after hours. Yeah, I know this feeling and send empathy and MORE EMPATHY

- allets -

 


 

 

SSmoothie's picture

Ha ha just rewote it! Thanks

Ha ha just rewote it! Thanks Allets blessings and hugss xo 


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