bitten
a brown
recluse must
have been sleeping
in my overalls, which
hang each evening,
dusty, in the wood shop.
got me on the knee.
been down now for a week,
laid up with my leg up,
lymph node in my groin
swollen like an onion.
what i could have sworn,
at first, was just an
ingrown hair, a pimple
to be squeezed, now
has necrotized
into an open
oozing
sore,
ugly.
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eeeew-
but still i like it..
I enjoyed this compressed and effective poem
The staccato worked well for the rising tension and imagery. Loved it
I didn’t notice any swelling the other day. Sounds like an awful way to start a day and now necrotized-what a word-
happy soaking and healing. But why a brown recluse? Is that metaphorical for something I don’t understand? A pigmented hermit?
this happened back last winter, I’m all better now, no current necrosis 😊 but thanks for the concern, Cathy!
I love the start, easy, relaxing image:
a brown/recluse must/have been sleeping/in my overalls, which/hang each evening,/dusty, in the wood shop.
to building tension:
got me on the knee./been down now for a week,
to the horror:
lymph node in my groin/swollen like an onion.
Your poem details well the potent surprise these tiny spiders that love bedding and clothing wreck on us unsuspecting humans.
A brown recluse got me on the calf. My leg swelled to my hip and a necrotized into an open, oozing wound. Needless to say, I shake everything before putting it on!
Glad you are healed!