Melinda Duval (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
writer_mel) wrote2013-02-19 06:43 pm
writer_mel) wrote2013-02-19 06:43 pm
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Scars
10. The gouge out of my right shin where I fell as a kid while jumping from one wall to another in our back yard. It went so deep they said it left a mark on the bone and it looks like an ugly crater. I hate wearing short skirts because of it.
9. Mom's cesarean scar. Bless her, she wears it like a badge of honor, but I always feel bad when I see it. I know childbirth is supposed to hurt, but I hate that I hurt her that badly.
8. Grampa Will's war wound. That's what he calls it, anyway. They were fighting in Korea at the time, but he was in Ohio in civilian clothes. He fell off a bar stool and cracked his head open.
7. The huge holes in the countryside that are all around where I grew up that show where the strip mining was. They'll heal, some day, but for now they look like a monster came and rolled up the world like lifting sod.
6. Those lingering doubts that maybe I'm just not good enough to do. The scar sits somewhere just under my left breast and it burns sometimes when I can't get something to work. It's imagined, but it's still there.
5. Auschwitz. Went once with the foolish idea I could use something I learned there. Read that word again and see what kind of fool that makes me.
4. The lines going down the arms of men and women way too young to be chased that way.
3. The spot on Mom's cat where for some reason the fur never grew back after he had an IV once. I have no idea why not or why it bugs me so much. It looks sad.
2. An empty page.
1. The one down the cheek of a man who did me the kindness of telling me what he really thought.
9. Mom's cesarean scar. Bless her, she wears it like a badge of honor, but I always feel bad when I see it. I know childbirth is supposed to hurt, but I hate that I hurt her that badly.
8. Grampa Will's war wound. That's what he calls it, anyway. They were fighting in Korea at the time, but he was in Ohio in civilian clothes. He fell off a bar stool and cracked his head open.
7. The huge holes in the countryside that are all around where I grew up that show where the strip mining was. They'll heal, some day, but for now they look like a monster came and rolled up the world like lifting sod.
6. Those lingering doubts that maybe I'm just not good enough to do. The scar sits somewhere just under my left breast and it burns sometimes when I can't get something to work. It's imagined, but it's still there.
5. Auschwitz. Went once with the foolish idea I could use something I learned there. Read that word again and see what kind of fool that makes me.
4. The lines going down the arms of men and women way too young to be chased that way.
3. The spot on Mom's cat where for some reason the fur never grew back after he had an IV once. I have no idea why not or why it bugs me so much. It looks sad.
2. An empty page.
1. The one down the cheek of a man who did me the kindness of telling me what he really thought.