Still Hurting

 

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A sprained wrist, braced, supported, over-exerted
A twisted ankle, wrapped and splinted, torn with a slip and a rick
A calf inflamed, iced to cool it, rested, warmed to relax it, don’t jump that wall again
But despite the relief at that final parting
Despite the ease of freedom, still hurting
Squeezed and ripped, a broken heart, no bandage for that


61 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Bandage

About crispina kemp

Spinner of Asaric and Mythic tales
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23 Responses to Still Hurting

  1. Sadje says:

    I hope it’s all fiction?

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  2. Nope, Not Pam says:

    I love how you’ve compared the two, it worked really well

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  3. Tore a muscle in my calf one day and had to sit it out — a month off my feet. So time is the only bandage for injuries, especially that last one.

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  4. Dale says:

    That is sadly true… wonderfully done, Crispina.

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  5. Ron. says:

    Whaaaat?!? No bandage for a broken heart?
    Fine work. Thanks.

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  6. Bill says:

    But they all got better to some degree. Nicely done, Crispina.

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  7. Time is a great healer, bandaged wounds or not.

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  8. Beautifully written, short, cropped words and phrases. Thank you.

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