Sunday, March 23, 2014

beautiful wound


she had found the perfect weight of silk satin for her dress. it was now a matter of choosing the color that best complimented the colors in the large open wound on her side. i helped her hold each garment onto her body as she looked at her reflection in the full length mirror and tilted her head this way and that. 'does it hurt?' i wondered aloud. 'not anymore...' she said quietly, 'now it's like a map of my strength.' my eyes traveled over the topography of the wound and its living palate of color and texture. the yellow pearls of subcutaneous fat poking through here and there made the deep purples and reds of her raw flesh look quite beautiful. i marveled at the resilience of the human body and felt one more tether of certainty drop loose as i accepted the strangeness of her survival.

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