Surgery
a nonet autobiography
"Ever since you got sick..." were the words
you chose to cut me open with
like unearthing my heart and
lungs before my stomach
dropped through the floor was
more important
than saving
what we
were
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This poem is an entry to Vocal's nonet challenge:
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About the Creator
R.C. Taylor
I write to invoke, to process, to honor, to resurrect, and—sometimes—to grieve but, above all, I write to be free.
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Comments (7)
Your nonet packed a punch. Well done.
Love this, detailing
What John said. Using the physical to convey the emotional hits hard.
Ooof! Hits so hard! Amazing work! 🩷
Cut you open….vivid details make it more sad.
This one hits in the sternum. Great entry.
This is deeply moving and sad, RC, and an amazing entry to the challenge. Your use of surgery and the removal of vital living organs is an immensely powerful metaphor of unrecoverable emotional injury. I felt it in my guts.