The Mutant by Andrew Scott


The explosion just happened.
I did not even feel anything
until I woke up four days later,
laying in a hospital bed.

The nurses and doctors tried to explain
as they dressed and undressed bandages
on my hot face as to why I was there.

The steam from a pressured pipe
burned the face and neck
after bursting while I was
being our home’s plumber.
This is what I was told.
I remember nothing of that day.

The healing took months
with the skin graphs
to cover the burned portions
or what could be covered.

My face has the scars.
Red, blistered scars with lines.
I will never be able to hide them.
Not from the people that stare
when I am seen without a hat and hoodie
that is constantly hiding the evidence.

My workplace gave me a walled office
so others would not stop looking and talking
or so no one would see customers flinching.

My house has gotten quieter
as my partner left months
after I walked back through the door.
Affection was hard for her to give.
The sadness in her face said everything.
Do not blame her for getting affection elsewhere.

I sit in the dark a lot now
most of the time hoodie still on.
It is a habit now.
Hiding this mutant from even myself.

October 19, 2018
© Andrew Scott – Just A Maritime Boy 2018


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Bio: Andrew Scott is a native of Fredericton, NB. During his time as an active poet, Andrew Scott has taken the time to speak in front of a classrooms, judge poetry competitions as well as published worldwide in such publications as The Art of Being Human, Battered Shadows and The Broken Ones. His books, Snake With A Flower, The Phoenix Has Risen and The Storm Is Coming are available now


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