A Snip

A Snip

A Poem by John Alexander McFadyen
"

Sometimes we feel the cuts.

"

Skin staples

keeping the wound

closed

after the heart

is removed

via the keyhole,

through which

a cold wind

howls,

freezing

every morsel

of desire.

 

Cravings bludgeoned

into surrender

as a permafrost

descends

to envelope

a once urgent

yearning,

and leave frosted

breaths

upon the windows

of the soul.

 

Surgery,

 irreversible,

permanent,

delivered so as to

take the taste

of bromide away

for good.

 

And any hope of recovery

is snipped

in the bud

as vas deferens

is dissected

and ejaculation

becomes

an empty vessel,

from which

sterility

oozes in

waves of

self doubt.

 

10/09/19

© 2019 John Alexander McFadyen


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John Alexander McFadyen

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oh yes...when the heart is cut out....
the wound might be sutured...but the lasting effects are irreversible...
and there will always be a certain amount of bleeding afterward.
j.

Posted 1 Month Ago


John Alexander McFadyen

1 Month Ago

Exactly so Jacob. Many thanks.

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John Alexander McFadyen
John Alexander McFadyen

Brixworth, England, United Kingdom



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Well, have a long and complicated story and started it as an autobiography on Bebo but got writer's block/memory fogging. People liked it though and kept asking for the next chapter! fools.. more..

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