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Old Scars
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                                                                                                                                                         Old Scars

Scars. Old Scars. They don't hurt anymore. Hell, not even new ones do it seems. They just ache. Achy, old scars.

Laying in the dark silent room. Internal clock estimates nearly an hour of sleep. That's a good nights rest anymore. I draw a deep breathe thru the oft broken, slightly mangled nose on my face. The cold air makes the crushed nasal passages throb. Creaking, popping ribs, sharp pangs here and there. I'm pretty sure the three on the left are cracked. Nothing to do about them now.

I roll my burning eyes under sandpaper eyelids. Neck and back twisted up like an old lightning struck tree. A slight roll of my shoulders brings the familiar feeling of crushed glass grinding in my shoulder joints. Hips, knees...easier to check off what doesn't ache.....well, that's a short goddamn list. Time to get moving, Death rises with the dawn. People are going to die today, a lot of them. Ours? Theirs? Me? Doesn't matter too much in the Grand Scheme of things.

I set my feet on the splintery floor. I recall it's covered in nails, broken glass and bits of shrapnel...meh, new scars. I shuffle across the floor in total darkness in the direction of the can, familiar bite of foreign objects tearing into my soles. I'll have to remember to pull them out before booting up. I turn on the dim, flickering light and catch myself in a dirty, cracked mirror. Bones poking at odd angles. Skin just a mass of old scars stretched across muscle and bones.

Just old scars.
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#2
I really enjoyed this! Reminds me of when my first girlfriend left a deep old scar on my soul.

Scars and broken bones can heal the soul!
Nice!
Be kind to everyone!
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#3
My mind immediately went to that imagined feeling of "They let me live?... They're gonna regret that!"

or maybe "Was it worth it?" or even, "Why didn't they finish me off?"

So many questions... 

Very nicely done!  Thumbup
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#4
Indeed, one faces old scars after dusk. Nicely done, Moon68.
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#5
(11-06-2024, 02:49 PM)Quantum12 Wrote: I really enjoyed this! Reminds me of when my first girlfriend left a deep old scar on my soul.

Scars and broken bones can heal the soul!
Nice!

Thank you!
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(11-06-2024, 02:56 PM)Maxmars Wrote: My mind immediately went to that imagined feeling of "They let me live?... They're gonna regret that!"

or maybe "Was it worth it?" or even, "Why didn't they finish me off?"

So many questions... 

Very nicely done!  Thumbup

Thank you Max! I'm elated my stories are able to stir your imagination my friend.
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#7
(11-06-2024, 11:44 PM)xpert11 Wrote: Indeed, one faces old scars after dusk. Nicely done, Moon68.

Thank you very much for the kind words.

Scars are the maps of where we've come from.
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#8
Good one, Moon. That was so descriptive that the pain is palpable.

Personally, it resonates with me for many reasons that I won’t go into here. I’m no warrior, but suffice to say, since my adolescence, I’ve been working non-stop for forty years and I see myself in your broken mirror.

Beer
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(11-07-2024, 10:07 AM)Encia22 Wrote: Good one, Moon. That was so descriptive that the pain is palpable.

Personally, it resonates with me for many reasons that I won’t go into here. I’m no warrior, but suffice to say, since my adolescence, I’ve been working non-stop for forty years and I see myself in your broken mirror.

Beer

Thank you Encia, i appreciate your input immensely.
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