Back-stabbing surgery
crunches into scabs
displaying fine artistry
of woven faith
to prepare the surface
leaving faint memories
ripe for takeover
by a plastic surgeon.
Wounds bloom
into scars
life lessons
for targets
bouquets for those
who deserve trust
and brickbats
for the unsuspecting.
(44 words)
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Yikes. My poor hubby is recovering from his second back surgery. Don’t think I’ll show him this–especially the graphics.
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Yeah… the pictures are repulsive. They are borrowed from a MLMM prompt. Please ignore or remove from your feed, if it hurts sensibilities.
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Doesn’t hurt at all…it’s art. I’m a nurse! 😜
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🙂
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kaykuala
bouquets for those who deserve trust
and brickbats for the unsuspecting.
They deserve what ought to be accorded to them accordingly. The good, the bad and the ugly!
Hank
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You got the gist of coming full circle. Thanks, Hank 🙂
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Oh wow. Clever take in 44 words!
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Thanks, Maria!
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I feel that for some scars are badges of honor… they do tell a story I think
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Veterans do take pride in them. And they certainly tell and reshape further stories.
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Whew. This is gruesome, powerful stuff – especially when coupled with the visuals. Well done.
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Thank you so much! I once decided to ignore the prompt, as the images put me off. But then I decided to create something out of it.
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Lovely response Reena.
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Thank you so much!
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