Charlie Bertsch (cbertsch) wrote,
Charlie Bertsch
cbertsch

Mutiny on the Bounty

As I watch the liquid soak into the fibers, I struggle between contradictory impulses: to try to make things wetter still, by ripping out a seam or two, or to retreat to a spot where I can suture the leak shut. Then I remember how it felt when I was three, holding the roll to my cheek until the whole thing was soaked through with my blood. Later, when they'd strapped me into the straightjacket, I watched as they haphazardly sewed me back together. I was screaming. The metaphor, you see, was me.
Tags: autobiography, prose
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