Mari Sánchez Cayuso

Metaphors Bleed

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Mari Sánchez Cayuso

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Even metaphors bleed.

That is why I trust them.

Because they do not arrive clean.

They come dragging the night behind them
carrying feathers
carrying bandages
carrying the red little truth
plain language was too afraid to touch.

A wound is not only a wound.

It is a mouth
the body grows
when silence
has stayed too long.

And language

keeps coming back
with blood on its knees

trying to name
what touched me

without becoming
the hand
that hurt me.

But this is what I know.

Everything I make beautiful
has first passed
through the wound.

The bird.
The night.
The bandage.
The sternum.

All of it
came from the same place.

All of it
left red.

So no

I am not cured.

I don’t even know
if I want to be.

I only know
the wound keeps opening

and language keeps entering

and somehow

I keep calling that
survival.

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3 responses to “Metaphors Bleed”

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    Jacque

    Mari, this is breathtaking. Every line feels as though it was excavated rather than written, pulled carefully from a place most of us spend our lives trying to avoid. “Everything I make beautiful has first passed through the wound” will stay with me for a long time. There is such profound truth here—that language isn’t always an escape from our pain, but a way of sitting beside it, giving it shape, and somehow transforming survival into art. Thank you for sharing this beautiful, raw piece of yourself with us. 🤍

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    1. Mari Sánchez Cayuso Avatar
      Mari Sánchez Cayuso

      Thank you so much for this.

      What you wrote moved me deeply. “Excavated rather than written” is exactly what it felt like—like I was not inventing anything, only trying to uncover what had been waiting beneath me.

      And yes, that is what language has become for me: not a way to run from pain, but a place to sit beside it without letting it swallow me whole. To give it shape. To make something beautiful out of what once felt impossible to carry.

      Your words made me feel seen in the gentlest way.

      Thank you for receiving the piece with such tenderness.

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    wrestlingwordblog

    Wow!

    “Everything I make beautiful has first passed through the wound.”

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