the amputeethere was a time,the amputee3 years ago in Free Verse
when the air was never still;
when it swirled around like a
and sang like the ocean and
reverberated off the walls
and in the air was the sound
of a heartbeat;
of a soul being crushed, or of cracked lips
in the air was the sound of
the sound of a door slamming shut against
a frozen night
the sound of passion and
sweat and salty-sweet pain.
now the air is heavy with dust
and a violin sits brokenly in a closet
and a one-handed man swallows a pill,
pretending that all he ever needed out of the air
Emotional AmputeeAn emotional amputeeEmotional Amputee6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Is all I am to thee
But its because of you
So whatcha gonna do?
Youve watched love fade away
With hope to your dismay
In what was once my heart
Now all but torn apart
And pieces of my soul
Are used to pay your toll
You cut until I bleed
Though deeper is your need
So my parts lie all about
And you sit there in your doubt
Of everything Ive said
Bout love thats all but dead
An emotional amputee
Thats all that you can see
But I can see you too
As this mirror is our view
Life as an Amputee Chapter IV"You did this for me?"Life as an Amputee Chapter IV6 years ago in Introductions & Chapters
Lily checked the outfit carefully, it was superman blue, her favourite colour.
"It's called cover-all."
'What a good name' she thought.That outfit would cover her scars, and she was quite sure that this outfit would look great on her.
"I wanna try it!"
Her husband dressed her carefully, rolled her and zipped the clothe in the end , when he rolled her back he realised that she was smiling.
"Do I look good?"
"Yes, you are the most beautiful woman in the world.."
Lily looked herself in the mirror,her new dress fitted on her and it was so beautiful.His husband made her hair carefully,put a little hat on her hair.then put some make-up on her face.
"I thought you wouldn't want to go outside.."
"You're right,I don't want it, but I can't object someone who's great at make-up!"
He smiled.He lifted her up took her to car tighten her seatbelt, put her wheelchair to the back seat.got into the car and started to drive.
He didn't show it but he was nervous, she knew
Life as an amputee chapter I"I'll miss you honey" he said, holding my hand.I smiled "I'll miss you too..But, you know..it's just for a few days..Are you sure you can take care of yourself?""yes, I can!" he answered.I kissed him goodbye, then started to run to not to miss the plane.Life as an amputee chapter I6 years ago in Introductions & Chapters
When I sat in my seat I felt so bad.Even though just for a week I was going to be away from my husband.I hated that business trip.I put my earphone and opened my iPod..Muse was playing.In that pute voice I felt asleep.
When I tried to open my eyes I realised that I couldn't do it very well.There was a nurse next to me .She sadi" doctor, she opened her eyes" looking at me.I heard doctor's voice "Put some medicine then.She should beter be asleep until the operation ends.
I thought " what operation?" just for a moment, Then I felt asleep again.
When I completely opened my eyes I felt so heavy.I was probably high because of medicine and I couldn't feel a thing in my whole body.There was a oxygen mask in my mouth, All I Could I feel was my
Life as an amputee Chapter IIIChanged my diapers.Washed me carefully.Feed me.Loved me.Life as an amputee Chapter III6 years ago in Introductions & Chapters
I had never realised that my husband was so talented.
In those days I didn't even feel sad because I'm an amputee.
The thing that I hate was diapers, that's all.I was treated like a baby, I had to.But I didn't have to wear them.When I said that I didn't like them, my husband seemed disturbed.
"Why?" He asked. " Im the one who changes it and I don't care about it.So why would you?"
"'Cos I don't like being treatened like a baby!"
"Fine" he said.After that he took me to bathroom in the daylight.I didn't care wearing them in night.
I was finally at home.But everything has changed for me.
Whats the point of being at home if you cant do any house work?
I wanted to lie in my bed whole day.Until my husband talk about the bedsores-whihc are disgusting-
He bought me a wheelchair , I sometimes sat in them but never got out of the house.
That was my days in my house.
In first 3 months he didn't touch me in that way.Sometimes kiss
Life as an Amputee chapter III woke up to another day.another day that I was going to lie in my bed.Life as an Amputee chapter II6 years ago in Introductions & Chapters
It had been a month after the accident and I was still at hospital.Lying down in my bed and doing nothing..But I didn't think it was boring yet.Nurses took care of me everyday.Fed my, changed my diapers and talked to me, tried to make me think that my life is not bad at all.But it was.I never get use to being fed by others.Nurses were really good at their work but I was always uncomfortable with it.And the thing that I hate was diapers.after they pt out my cast they put a diaper on me.I was so embarassed and I couldn'y say anything.But I couldn't pee in it.It was impoossible for me.But after a few hours I realised that I wont be able to hold it any longer.after that I used them but never get use to it.
Nicole one of the nurses- came into my room by saying " Good Mornign!" with a cheerful voice.She opened he curtains, then came next to me.
"How are you today?"
"same..What about you?"
"I'm fine!" she sai
AMPUTEE FANTASIESHis favorite way of forgetting something sad is to grab and hold onto somebody sadder. And when his arm folds around me, our bodies become an accordion, the space between us wrinkling and collapsing in the thick air. Each of his fingers live separate lives, crawling over the scars on my biceps.AMPUTEE FANTASIES5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
Cherishing the mastery of a sleeping person's love, I wonder what life would be like without arms.
amputeeyou are nothing but a cancerous appendage;amputee1 year ago in Free Verse
like a carcinogen rich cigarette you light my bones on fire,
pocking my skin in ashy scars
and choking me with your sick, selfish poison.
I am not your ashtray.
I made the mistake of ignoring the infection the first time,
letting it fester under my flesh like a
rash I couldn’t scratch, but not this time;
I won’t let this become terminal because I’m cutting you off—
I’d rather be one leg short than
knee deep in your corrosive waste.