Creaking, caps of bone
Edging closer towards
- pain, blinding pain
One slip, a fatal twist and -
It's surprising how much agony
A dislocated piece of you
Can cause, that scream-inducing
Roaring flash of red
Followed swiftly by tidal wave
Of sickly nausea, as you sense
Something
Not quite in th
e right place
Your body becomes
A ticking clock, but the hands
Are bent inwards, scratching
The polished surface
As they travel round
Screeching against resistance
Slowed, and time shifts
Out of sync with the world
And so you cease to function
As you should - who are you?
A flawed human being, therefore -
More human than the rest?
But the pain, endurable
The dislodged lump of cartlige
Slowly slides back into place
No, there comes more
The worst, the very worst
The very thought that this
Is going to repeat
Your tendons, stretched elastic
Useless against the fall
Faith in the limbs that held you
Gone, shattered -
Irreparable?
As he reached in,
Pulled me apart
With handfuls of muscle and
Bloody sinew, he tied me
Back together, functioning,
Flawless scars present
A surgical shoelace, glued
With sharp metal screws
Back on your feet,
There you go
And now I build
Claw back that trust again
Held together, yet still
My trust wavers
Bones assembled like a
Jenga tower in bags of skin
I am uncertain
Body, mind and soul resting
On those futile caps of
Calcium, crumbling
Waiting for that fatal slip -
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