A car savaged me,
Its radiator like sharks teeth,
It took my leg unapologetically,
Churned it right up,
Red mist and bone fragments,
Gnashing going gone,
Late at night,
When the memory of that car returns,
Like a hunter in the periphery,
Laying in my abode,
The pangs return,
With no method to sate them,
My leg is now a ghost,
A screaming phantom,
Naught but a flaccid stump,
With but a memory of flesh,
It shrieks into the night,
With syllables of itching agony,
My limb is a disaster zone,
Laid to waste by a steel tornado,
A constant reminder of that beast,
A grave site,
With an epitaph,
Etched in constant painful emptiness.
So gritty I could feel the phantom limb! Great piece!
Thank you so much my friend. ☺️
The Oldschool Harlequin
Painful lines….Has it happened to you in reality? If so, then it sounds awful….
Fortunately I have not had this happen to myself. But I have read quite extensively on the subject. It does sound awful. Thank you my friend!
The Oldschool Harlequin
I’m glad to know you haven’t experienced it coz yeah, it sounds awful. Great writing as usual.
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It truly does seem awful, yes. 🙂 Thank you kindly my friend.
I will be sure to follow the new site.
The Oldschool Harlequin
Thanks a lot dear friend.