Arthritic Wrist Poem by Laura Russell

Arthritic Wrist



Arthritic wrist teeters atop bone
Limp as a wet tongue
Heavy and ready to fall.
Like a suicide the hand breaks
from vein and skin,
Released from it's anguish
The relentless pain devours motion.

The break before the noise
like the zenith of a heartbeat
Reaches the height of forever
Then the crack, the crunch, the break
The snap.


23rd March 2005.

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