Raw.
By Laura Callender
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Raw is the meat under my skin harshly exposed due to the force of the push that caused me to gash open my leg. You may not have seen the sharp jagged plastic box on the floor behind me, but to call my comments 'Raw' inflicting enough anger in you to push me like you did, well I beg to differ.
Everyone interprets words differently, when I spat that I hate the way you make me feel, and that you are selfish, cowardly, and unable as well as unwilling to learn, I called you stupid, was that raw? It was harsh, no harsher than the pain you cause me everyday when you turn your back to me, or belittle my conversations, or stay at work until some ungodly hour, is that raw? I used to think so until you pushed me away like you did, causing blood to trickle from my new wound.
Raw was the emotion I saw in you as you begged for my forgiveness. A new side I haven't seen, the extreme situation causing you to reach inside and pull out your real feelings and emotions. That I consider raw like my gash, due to the spontaneity of it.
Raw is unplanned, unforeseen, unsaid.
We told each other we love each other, even after 6 years together, that I consider raw.
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