Resting
Everything is worse when I lie down.
Because then I can feel the throbbing and pulling.
As if someone is doing surgery on me, but I’m awake somehow.
It doesn’t hurt, it’s just pressure.
It doesn’t hurt, it’s just this bursting sensation.
As if my organs are made of bubble wrap.
So that’s why I can’t lie down.
So that’s why they’re making me lie down.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2023
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