On Tuesday I punched my fist into the nettles at the bottom of our garden.
My whole arm lit up with fire,
and I screamed through clenched teeth
determined to see if the poison would do anything beyond hurt.
See, I’m an expert at cradling wounds out of sight.
My pockets are full of scars
my handbag crammed with bruises
and you can hear the piece inside me rattle if you shake hard enough.
I’ve been broken so long
the edges are too worn to fit back together again.
Instead I collected them like sea glass in jars along the windowsills,
and when the sun rises
they shimmer in every colour you can imagine.
They are still beautiful to look at.
Written For The Daily Prompt: Prickle
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Carol J Forrester is a writer and a history geek. Her debut collection 'It's All In The Blood' came out November 2019.
She has a 2:1 BA degree in history from Bath Spa University, enjoys judo at least twice a week, and tries to attend poetry events around the Midlands when she can.
Her flash fiction story ‘Glorious Silence’ was named as River Ram Press’ short story of the month for August 2014 and her short story ‘A Visit From The Fortune Teller’ has been showcased on the literary site Ink Pantry. Her poems ‘Sunsets’ and ‘Clear Out‘ were featured on Eyes Plus Words, and two of her poems were included in the DVerse Poets Pub Publication ‘Chiaroscuro’ which is available for purchase on amazon.Her poem ‘Until The Light Gets In‘ was accepted and published at The Drabble and her poem ‘Newborn’ was published by Ink Sweat & Tears.
She has been lucky enough to write guest posts for sites such as Inky Tavern and Song of The Forlorn and has hosted a number of guest bloggers on her site Writing and Works.
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