Monday, September 8, 2014

Grudge

I have chewed
the bones
of my grievances
until they calcified,
and still
the gristle
of my
wounded pride
remains lodged
in my throat,
blocking off escape.

Two simple words
from you
would have freed me.

Instead, the earth covered us both.




20 comments:

  1. Stunning opening image--it makes my teeth hurt. Great metaphor.

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  2. This is a powerful vignette. Very strong writing.

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  3. Waiting for those words is sometimes an exercise in futility..there is never enough patience in the wait for closure.

    Wow, you said so much in 42 words.
    Nicely done, Tina.

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  4. There are grudges, and then there are grudges. Yours is cosmic, Tina!
    (love chewing the bones of grievances < 3)

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  5. I like how you used a hunger metaphor instead of actual hunger. Sad though.

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  6. WOW this is powerful! I love this. I agree with otherthanlovie....DAMN girl!!

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  7. OOOOOOH! The gristle of your wounded pride...love that part! WOW

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  8. "and still the gristle of my wounded pride remains lodged in my throat." I've been there, and I'd like to think I learned from it, but I don't know. Powerful piece!

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  9. Yep, what they all said. Well done Tina.

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  10. I honestly think this is one of the best responses to the prompt. Those images are spectacular!

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  11. Love the last line and the suggestion of burying. and Jennifer's right - your language choices made me gnash my teeth.

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  12. Gorgeous. What a fantastic, almost tangible, metaphor. Nicely done, Tracy!! Thanks for linking it up.

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  13. The emotion in this is so strong. Loved the chewing of bones - and its implicit futility.

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  14. Wow this is magnificent! A hunger for an apology.

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