I was broken.
You sliced me,
knife blade deep,
peeling back skin,
excavating muscle,
exposing bone.
Then you
wound in screws,
stitched me together,
wrapped me in glass
and left a slash of
pulsing agony
to remember you by.
.
.
(Dedicated to Dr. Parfitt my orthopædic surgeon. 🙂 Sounds so much better as a metaphor; unfortunately he did all this literally!) 😉
Shawn L. Bird 
This is so moving. I’ve re-read it a few times, and each time it gives me goosebumps. I can really feel this one! It’s hauntingly beautiful. I’ve always enjoyed reading your work and this is my favourite poem so far.
I’m honoured, Julia, thank you.
I hope it feels better soon.
Much better today, Michael, thank you!
Glad to hear it, Shawn.
It works great as a metaphor. While admitting that it’s literally true at the end, it reads like so many poems I read where the author has been dumped and feels bad about it.
That’s what I thought. 🙂
gotta love the orthopods:)
and octopods!
I like what you did there. Very nice.
Thanks.
Moving and emotive writing, very fine!
Thanks, Hollie
A fate worse than death?
If the death was quick and painless, quite possibly! lol
Day 3 post surgery is much better. Horizontally I’m more or less pain-free. Vertically it’s still not so great.
I really enjoyed this, so much so I felt it could be longer, let us enjoy your writing a for that few extra seconds!
Ah, but Fay, brevity is an art!
Better too short than too long!
https://shawnbird.com/2010/10/28/brevity-is-an-art/
Lovely, very raw
Thanks.
Intense! Nicely penned!
Thank you.
Wishing you a speedy recovery!
Thank you. Each day is a slight improvement on the day before.
Reading your note at the end….I literally just ended up going,”What?????”
Incredible poem <3.
Thanks.
😉