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nothing sterile

by Betania Tesch

and suddenly
the sutures on my eyes
broke open
and out poured
the long-awaited
of you
exiting my
in saltwater
and jagged screams

no longer
lips scarred shut
but torn open
with the dull blades
of words
aimed at you
and thrown
with poor precision

there is nothing
surgical about your
nothing sterile
in the scabs
I had given up picking
now turned green
and oozing
more of you gone
each moment

and I choose this
potential fatality.
I choose to use
the rusty scalpel
of our past
to extract what
is left
before it atrophies.


Author's Note: a sequel in a way...to 'ours was a battle fought in silence' things end...you know

Posted on 09/17/2004
Copyright © 2020 Betania Tesch

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Mike Loftis on 09/21/04 at 04:35 AM

Bethany, this is some of the best imagery I have seen in a poem here on Pathetic. Not a single word out of place. This is awesome poetry!!!

Posted by Ashok Sharda on 10/01/04 at 04:35 PM

Well, this does sound like an intentional process 'to extract what is left before it atrophies'. The point is, does this change the quality of association internalized so deep or does it neutralize the association it self?

Posted by Jolie Jordan on 02/25/05 at 06:08 AM

Ouch. I like it. I also like the form, how it reads. also agreeing with what Daniel said- it's raw. good stuff

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