Shawn L. Bird

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!) 😉