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Betraying My Body

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A poem submitted by VR

Darkness scratching inside my skull,

A sibilant whisper:

“Let me out”.

Eyes closed,

The damned desire washes through

“Let me make it better”.

But I want to walk.


Frail hands, frail mind.

Reach for the needle.

Life measured in litres.

Heart pumps a scared, skittering pulse,

Ice forms through my body,

Warm clouds settle my mind

Obscuring thoughts, words, memories.

Body twitching, shifting

Pushing to survive

The serenity of dying.

Barely stand,

Barely breathe.

Hands slide along the wall

Searching for equilibrium,

Support from collapse.

Pain rips through each part.

Smile from a corpse:

“No, honestly, I’m fine”.

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