January 31, 2008
Block F-Cultivating Your Voice
Creative Writing Piece
My eyes aching to open – I felt somebody anxiously squeezing my hand. As I struggled, the pain resurged throughout my entire body. I wanted to scream, but my mouth could not open. It seemed as if it could be surgically glued together. I removed my hand from the person’s grip, bringing it toward my face. I gradually moved it across what I thought would have been my mouth. But rather, it felt as if someone injected me with an overdose of collagen. Whatever it was, it was “blimp-like” to say the least.
I raised my left eyebrow at the person sitting in the chair adjacent to my cot – the same person from whom I had released a tight grip. I pointed at my mouth with the most inquisitive look. My mother stared at me solemnly, carefully reporting, “The doctor says that you’ll be able to talk within the next month. I’m so sorry honey!”
By the strain in her face, I could tell she was trying to hold back a fair amount of tears; nevertheless, they were creating a spherical puddle on her lap. I tried to look down at my body, but I was not in a propped up position for my viewing “pleasure”. But at that moment, I wasn’t sure if “pleasure” was the correct word to describe this situation. In fact, I would have used it to describe its antithesis. Perhaps, I really didn’t want to know what my remainder looked like, and then maybe, just maybe, I could avoid the actual truth for a longer period of what seemed, an interminable moment of horror.
1 comment:
Hi Lauren and Thermal Energy,
I'm glad to see a post, but it demonstrates some confusion about what this blog is for. If you still have your Writing Group Guidelines #2 (from the last meeting) there are some tips for posting to your blog. See me in class if you need more clarification! - Maida
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