Braille

Braille

A Poem by BlueZan

My body is not frail but
if you touch me the wrong way,
I still might break into the shapes
of letters written in braille.
Only sharper.
My body is braille and you
can only read me with your fingertips
but
I really don't like to be touched.
The old cracks in my ribs would spell
words that you'd hate to repeat and
the shadows of bruises look like
Rorschach ink blots
that you can't see anymore but
that's okay because my whole body is a novel.
If I let you touch me long enough to read it,
your fingertips may bleed, you
might give up halfway through because
it shouldn't hurt to read and I'm
told that loving me is already hard enough but
I am a novel written in Braille and by the time
it's over, you'll have callouses to
protect you from all the rest.

© 2015 BlueZan


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Ben
marriage of past and future, feelings brilliantly portrayed. I like how it comes back, like as well the type of spacing and set up of the works structior, what not

Posted 8 Years Ago


BlueZan

8 Years Ago

Thank you!
Thanks for such a review! it was definitely a lot of metaphor, and I'm glad it all comes across. I really appreciate your review!

Posted 8 Years Ago


Not sure if this was intended to be as metaphoric as it possibly indicates, but if so, BRILLIANT...if not, GENIOUS undercover. Wow, I read lines over and over and...well, the words only got "sharper" yet more clear.
This (Master)piece floored me. Easily, one of my personal Top Ten.

Thanks for sharing!!

Posted 8 Years Ago



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BlueZan
BlueZan

Springfield, MO



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