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Grounding
The pain streams together,
my stomach carefully monitoring the spasms.
I can't stand the fuss, such literal fuss that
clutters the air and makes nothing
better.
I listen to the sounds of my body screaming
for assistance and damnably ignore it
until the bleeding doesn't stop
and I'm unsure what to do
or say.
"I don't feel very well."
but my body's already done the talking,
I am simply far too proud.
my stomach carefully monitoring the spasms.
I can't stand the fuss, such literal fuss that
clutters the air and makes nothing
better.
I listen to the sounds of my body screaming
for assistance and damnably ignore it
until the bleeding doesn't stop
and I'm unsure what to do
or say.
"I don't feel very well."
but my body's already done the talking,
I am simply far too proud.
Published 6th May 2011
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7th May 2011 9:02am
7th May 2011 9:43am
Akaran, no it was merely about the fact that I had the doctors yesterday for internal bruising and bleeding and was rather scared as was everyone. It wasn't as bad as I thought it was but I was still very scared.
23rd Jun 2012 4:53am
23rd Jun 2012 9:48am
I don't really conform to poet laws of spending hours with enach piece. I want genuine emotions captured between letters and spaces and full stops. Sometimes you have to let it out like a speeding train gunning for station because there is no better way to form it.
