Raw Earth Ink
spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
Walking With Scars
with your hand around my throat and
my eyes fading
grey edges burning in and taking over
colors mute
and for a split second all becomes clear
you pour out all your wrath
and vehemence on my broken body
the cracks and fractures
and crushed windpipe
physical evidence
of your emotional maelstrom
spit and tobacco
flecks across my face
as you spew your impotency
I quit fighting a long time ago
because you overpower me every time
and I fear I will never break free
you may be physically strong
but you are mentally weak
a laugh bursts from my lips but
it sounds like a drowning gurgle
you may be able to break my body
but in my mind
I’ve stabbed you a thousand times
even as you shove implements of horror
(glass shards beneath my nails
and metal shavings in my feet)
pushing your vile filth deep inside me
to hide the flaccid truth of you
I will never forget
how pathetically impotent you are
even after they’ve chopped you to pieces
and scattered your depraved soul
before the dingos
I will be walking with scars
but at least
I will be the one still walking
tara caribou | ©️2018
*please remember, this work has nothing to do with or about or towards the blogger mentioned, simply that I used their blog name/title/tagline as a writing prompt.
Simone doesn’t follow my blog but I love her frank honesty and lovely prose. She’s one I so wish posted more often because her words touch my soul. ~tara #mygifttoyou
12 Comments on “Walking With Scars”
Raw Earth Ink 
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All so realistic. Great work.
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Thanks John. I appreciate that.
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You are welcome
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I feel like i’ve been punched and battered just reading this. Very fraught and defiant. The power of well crafted words!
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Thanks Mark. That’s exactly the response I had hoped for. So thanks for sharing that.
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Visceral, shocking but with the hope of the survivor.
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Yes! Exactly. Thanks for reading!
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Well this certainly has the vibe of sweet, bloodsoaked revenge – even if at a more cosmic level. The entire “triumph by way of existence” was as vicious as it was so much more fulfilling than anything physical. Wow. I had shivers.
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I love that reaction. That’s how I looked at as I penned it.
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Reblogged this on A Phoenix Rising and commented:
Brutal.. But does demonstrate that the closer you get to death you experience life.
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Thank you so much! And I agree with you completely.
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