Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 10/04/19

do-sharp (2)

Laid Up

The backs of our knees embedded
in those mattresses, those white
cloths that carry stains that map
out each incident, like open bruises
upon untruthful skin.

Our voices held up with splints,
that slowly strain with each stretch
of our jaws, replacing vocal cords
with indestructible rubber, enabling
each word to remain amplified through
this pain.

The clack of wheels through corridors
that seem to widen with each yard,
the eyes that peel themselves unwillingly
from the unpolished floor, that we slip
upon with the first attempt at a stride
in months.

We then digest that hourly bitterness,
that nestles between tooth and gum,
a constant reminder of those states
that only seem to ease temporarily,
until we finally hear those fading,
comforting voices.

Β©Jonathan Butcher all rights reserved

jonb

Jonathan Butcher is a poet based in Sheffield, England. He has had work appear in various print and online publications including Popshot, Ex-Ex Literature, The Transnational, Sick-Lit, Drunk Monkeys, The Morning Star, Mad Swirl and others. He edits the online poetry journal Fixator Press, through which his third chapbook, Corroded GardensΒ was published.

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