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Recalibrating

bad case of the spins
colours melt together
numbness drapes across my face
half my body rigid like a robot
half limp like a rag doll
cling to my chair
no no no no no
waves from my head
suck energy down
into a ball of acid
erupting in my belly
no no no no no
my head is static electricity
my legs are jello
a strong spin, like a fair ride
no no no no no
“stop being so dramatic
you are fine. stand up
exercise, get blood to your brain”
wobbly like a newborn fawn
my head explodes into pain
my face feels like it is melting
my lungs forget what air is for
no no no no no
I crumple like discarded origami
splayed, jagged edges, fragile
my eyes roll involuntarily
my spine sinks and shrieks
it is as though a hand squeezes my brain
I am a puppet with invisible strings
my arms and legs sway disjointed
In and out of the world
my spirit straddles the portal
no no no no no
why can’t I stay?
he’s staring out the window
pretending I’m not thrashing
pretending he has their life
pretending I don’t exist
I’m still here!
gripping that portal gate
like being sucked from an airlock
trying to ground myself in the world
if he held me maybe i wouldn’t feel
like my organs fly outside of my body
like I’m being torn in every direction
like there’s nothing anchoring me
I lay in shreds and tears
the epileptic earthquake over
he sighs sadly and leaves wordless
Written by Aphasiana
Published
Author's Note
Chronic illness
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