Heal me up, oh wise shaman of the north. Take your staff, your herbal infusion. Cleanse my body, my soul.
Rachel
“I really don’t want to write about that,” she said.
“Just write,” her teacher said.
“I don’t trust you. I don’t like you,” she said.
“I know. I don’t care.”
goose
I can’t feel my arm, but I think it’s ok. I can hear grandma somewhere behind me, so I think it’s ok. I can’t see anything because of the bandage over my eyes, but I think it’s ok. The car crash was really loud, but I think it’s ok. My left side is wet and warm, but I think it’s ok.
“I’m sorry, you’ve lost your arm.”
But I think it’s ok.
Kel
Shawah. Pazam! Scoot! BANDAGE! DAMAGE! SAUSAGE!
paddy
pain the annoyance of bodily harm to hold on to one miserable piece of skin when it doesn’t really mater but it hurts like a wasp.
Ethan
bandage was probably the word I used the most. to myselrf of course. I used bandages to0 cover up the scars, but, deep down, I wanted someone to see them, to pity me and save me.
I knew I was lost in that freaky little habit, it was the only way to feel clean, but I spent way too much money on bandages.
pseudo-writer
the cuts we encounter do not always need a real bandage but sometimes require a little more thought. sometimes we need compassion to heal invisible wounds.
Nick Smiley
one word can change a mind from hate. one word of thanks can melt a haters heart. one word
jay
i need bandage to bound my soul
d.s.
Something to cover a wound to help it heal.
john
HEALING THE WOUND. STOP BLEEDING. BANDAGE NEVER STAYS IN PLACE, IT IS ALWAYS ON THE MOVE. ALL THE TECHNOLOGY IN THE WORLD DOESN’T SEEM TO KEEP THE BANGAGE IN PLACE. WHAT’S THE DEAL WITH THIS? WHY IS SOMETHING THAT IS SUPPOSED TO HEAL ON THE MOVE AT ALL TIMES. I DON’T SEE WHY A BANDAGE WOULD BE SUCH A MOVEABLE OBJECT. IF YOU COULD DO IT DIFFERENTLY WHAT WOULD IT LOOK LIKE? WOULD IT BE SPECIALIZED FOR HTE KIND OF INJURY IT WAS MEANT TO HEEL? I WONDER.
ALAN TIDWELL
wrapped around your eyes
you can’t see
they block all life
from entering
into your head
blood circling in all
your vision,
you’re lost,
gone forever,
but no, they hold you in place,
and they won’t let you go
as much as you beg them to
fallenpanda
all that protects your fragile
heart
is a bandage
of rib bones.
won
“Don’t frown so much,” he said smilingly but unconvincingly, giggling childishly at the splint wrapped around his wrist, barely containing the veritable shrapnel of shattered bone and gore that he was so certain was underneath. It didn’t seem to bother him.
Heal me up, oh wise shaman of the north. Take your staff, your herbal infusion. Cleanse my body, my soul.
“I really don’t want to write about that,” she said.
“Just write,” her teacher said.
“I don’t trust you. I don’t like you,” she said.
“I know. I don’t care.”
I can’t feel my arm, but I think it’s ok. I can hear grandma somewhere behind me, so I think it’s ok. I can’t see anything because of the bandage over my eyes, but I think it’s ok. The car crash was really loud, but I think it’s ok. My left side is wet and warm, but I think it’s ok.
“I’m sorry, you’ve lost your arm.”
But I think it’s ok.
Shawah. Pazam! Scoot! BANDAGE! DAMAGE! SAUSAGE!
pain the annoyance of bodily harm to hold on to one miserable piece of skin when it doesn’t really mater but it hurts like a wasp.
bandage was probably the word I used the most. to myselrf of course. I used bandages to0 cover up the scars, but, deep down, I wanted someone to see them, to pity me and save me.
I knew I was lost in that freaky little habit, it was the only way to feel clean, but I spent way too much money on bandages.
the cuts we encounter do not always need a real bandage but sometimes require a little more thought. sometimes we need compassion to heal invisible wounds.
one word can change a mind from hate. one word of thanks can melt a haters heart. one word
i need bandage to bound my soul
Something to cover a wound to help it heal.
HEALING THE WOUND. STOP BLEEDING. BANDAGE NEVER STAYS IN PLACE, IT IS ALWAYS ON THE MOVE. ALL THE TECHNOLOGY IN THE WORLD DOESN’T SEEM TO KEEP THE BANGAGE IN PLACE. WHAT’S THE DEAL WITH THIS? WHY IS SOMETHING THAT IS SUPPOSED TO HEAL ON THE MOVE AT ALL TIMES. I DON’T SEE WHY A BANDAGE WOULD BE SUCH A MOVEABLE OBJECT. IF YOU COULD DO IT DIFFERENTLY WHAT WOULD IT LOOK LIKE? WOULD IT BE SPECIALIZED FOR HTE KIND OF INJURY IT WAS MEANT TO HEEL? I WONDER.
wrapped around your eyes
you can’t see
they block all life
from entering
into your head
blood circling in all
your vision,
you’re lost,
gone forever,
but no, they hold you in place,
and they won’t let you go
as much as you beg them to
all that protects your fragile
heart
is a bandage
of rib bones.
“Don’t frown so much,” he said smilingly but unconvincingly, giggling childishly at the splint wrapped around his wrist, barely containing the veritable shrapnel of shattered bone and gore that he was so certain was underneath. It didn’t seem to bother him.