Visceral | Jordan Peace
While watching the Japanese horror film Audition a few nights ago I noticed a lump on the back of my left leg. My immediate though was "Dear God I have cancer." Of course I've found many lumps and bumps throughout my life and as of yet none of them have proven to be cancer, lucky me. As I went over to my mirror I found that this particular lump was a massive boil, for those of you who don't know what a boil is think of it as a tremendous pimple that is extrodianrily sore. After picking at it for an hour or so I decided that I would pop it, later I would learn that this decision had both positive and negitive consequences. Appearently boils get even sorer after being popped.
I sat down on my folding chair, grabbed hold of the boil, gritted my teeth, and squeezed. After a few seconds of agonizing pain I felt it pop and the pressure release. Being juvenile, as I often am, I wanted to see the contents of my now empty boil. Upon bringing my hand into view my eyes met a scene that would seem perfectly at ease in a work of Tom Savini. An unbelieveable amount of blood covered my hand and trickled down my arm. I was fasinated by the former contents of my leg. As I inspected the blood I noticed that there were what appeared to be clumps or clots of blood resting peacefully in the palm of my hand. Normally I wouldn't consider a fistful of blood leaking down my arm a thing of beauty, but this particular fistful of blood struck me as just that beautiful in a very graphic way.
I sat down on my folding chair, grabbed hold of the boil, gritted my teeth, and squeezed. After a few seconds of agonizing pain I felt it pop and the pressure release. Being juvenile, as I often am, I wanted to see the contents of my now empty boil. Upon bringing my hand into view my eyes met a scene that would seem perfectly at ease in a work of Tom Savini. An unbelieveable amount of blood covered my hand and trickled down my arm. I was fasinated by the former contents of my leg. As I inspected the blood I noticed that there were what appeared to be clumps or clots of blood resting peacefully in the palm of my hand. Normally I wouldn't consider a fistful of blood leaking down my arm a thing of beauty, but this particular fistful of blood struck me as just that beautiful in a very graphic way.
posted by Anonymous | 9:49 AM
3 Comments:
To tell you the truth I can relate to this story, not the I have ever popped a boil, but I can understand that the blood was visceral. I bet it was so capivating. The light on it probably made it glow.
Wow, I think your description is more than apt. I found myself actually seeing what you saw, and feeling a little nauseated by it. I don't like seeing blood, and I think your post came too close to the mark for me. But take that as a compliment to your writing.
Gross. I wanted to puke when I was reading your description. And yet, I completely understand. Blood can be so eye catching. You have to look. I have found myslef covering my eyes in gory movie or television scenes, but really peaking through my fingers because I have to see it.
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