Just a Body

Just a Body     (by Christine Biles, won 2nd place in annual poetry contest at SLU, 2013)

 

You feel:

a blow to the side of your head,

the prick of a needle through your skin,

the wind blowing shards of ice against the back of your neck.

Your mind,

your thoughts,

your feelings

are tuned into your senses

– your body.

 

Your body

is your life.

 

But when that blow knocks you down

and you have the chance to study the rough grain of the dusty wood floor,

when the needle leaves you with a small pool of blood

and that numbing chill that spreads so quickly, like ice across still water,

when the wind has left you without warmth

and you’re left to wonder if the shards will at last cease to melt on your skin,

there comes a sneaking suspicion

– or possibly a lightning-strike epiphany

that, after all,

your body

 

is just a body.

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