**tw's: hospitals, illness, strangulation**
the headscarf unravels itself / i awaken
in hospital beds & don't feel awake / it is mine / i
don't remember how it got there / how we got here / sick. someone
doesn't like to tell me things / for fear i collect & make them all mine / i used to
tell the world nothing / but
the truth / i told them nothing but / how i missed you
sometimes i miss something i never had / i gave life to all
love in my head & made it real / i live alone & made it
real / the truth it is mine / the world hurries on & i am
insufferable / i awaken in hospital beds & it is real / before i lived there / again i never knew
how a silence could choke / i preferred your hands around my neck / you
did this to yourself / i told them nothing &
somehow that was everything / made real
again, i distance / the world it is mine made real / i live alone &
i preferred your hands around my neck / insufferable.
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body work
Poetry**for fans of plath, anne sexton & ocean vuong** 'body work' is a captivating collection of poetry that delves into the depths of human experiences, exploring the intricate relationship between the physical body & the emotional & spiritual realms. w...
