Wednesday, October 20, 2010

The Hereafter

A new poem for the day -- Halloween potions soon, but for now a Zombie picture of sorts . . .

The Hereafter

The priest prayed as I sat on a bedpan
covered with a sheet. Nothing phased me
anymore. My appendix ruptured, and all
anyone could say was Couldn't you feel it?
I'd gotten good at the not feeling thing,
and killing myself, it turned out to be
an inside job, an infection I couldn't quite
shake. Surrounded by people, I was alone.
I considered my life and wept until boredom
pushed me outside myself. Nobody knew why
I lived. Like Lazarus, I walked the halls
hunched over, staples in my stomach. They held
me together when nothing else did or would again.

Michelle's Spell of the Day
"You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience by which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, 'I lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along.” Eleanor Roosevelt

Cocktail Hour
Review on the documentary Hell House coming soon . . .

Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Wednesday!


Heff said...

I'm just waiting on the bedpan photo, lol !

Lana Gramlich said...

Good one. I'll pass on the bedpan photo, though. *L*

Shea Goff said...

Love this.

The rupturing, both real and metaphorically, is shocking, a bit surreal.

Do you think as writers we're always rupturing? Maybe we just write to keep it from getting to the physical. Like that's gonna help. ;)

Thank you for checking out my work. I value your opinion. And I love your work.

the walking man said...

It is easy to get good at the not feeling thing. Fuck it, what's one more pain or trouble compared to the ones seen previous. They all pile one on top of the other until they are too many to wade through. Even life guards get tired of swimming.

At least the world was not successful in ridding itself of another PD this time.

I hate those fucking staples though, lazy ass doctor even though tired, could have sewn you back together. Then you could really be a Raggedy Ann doll.

Lot of Zombies where you are, brain suckers anyways.

jodi said...

Oh Honey, Always 'feel' things,it's what makes us human. We all felt plenty while you scared us half to death. That whole tale is a true horror story. So happy we didn't lose you to the other side. Luv ya, xxxooo

Anonymous said...

You wanna hear REAL Halloween? Listen to this, the demon Zozo:

Charles Gramlich said...

We all become cyborgs eventually.

Anonymous said...

Glad you made it through, and I thought so too at the time. Sorry for all the hell that was caused to you during those times and before then as well.