
*trigger warning*
A blade’s edge taut
against cheek, rough
hands grip the swedge,
piercing blood free.
Copper and bile rise
water from eyes falls
motion makes me sicker
fah-whip, click echoes.
The bolster pivots—
metronome ping—
release depressed
and the blade sings
free. This prison
behind eyes plays
endless on repeat.
But his other blade
cuts worse than steel or metal bleeds.
(from the first draft of UNPACKING THE PAST, the sequel to THE PACKING HOUSE)
Thanks, everyone. Something I've noticed upon reading back through this poem is the fact that the cheek reference doesn't need to only be the one on your face. I think it reads powerfully either way. Let me know what comes up for you when you read. Now, back to writing.
Powerful write, G. Donald Cribbs! This is personal and moving. You did a awesome job at bringing out such a dramatic scene with a detailed and effective, but brief story-line. Thank you for sharing with us!
Thank you, Lee. I have been working on my trauma recovery for 40 years, since the age of 4, when my childhood ended. I appreciate you taking the time to read and share your thoughts.
Thanks, gentlemen. I changed the title back to Pocketknife. Thoughts?
Powerful wording
Awesome
All of the pieces you write... wow. It's impossible to read them without a strong emotional reaction. Powerful. You are truly courageous.