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Heavy soup
You don't realise you're starving
until your nostrils are full of tubes,
watching strangers have proper
meals, feeling your hands shake
because they want to do more,
so they keep stirring with a large
spoon as you swallow looking up
towards the ceiling and light
catches salt water diving
into a steel pot.
Published 8th Apr 2025
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10th Apr 2025 2:41am
Stark window into existential states...
I have woken up connected to tubes...
Poignant imagery...
I have woken up connected to tubes...
Poignant imagery...
