The Price of Living
Medicine doesn't heal
She stays in between
There is no heart left to beat,
she scooped it out and
ate it for breakfast
She hollowed out her bones,
savouring the last of the marrow
Sometimes, when it's dark
she wishes she had a heart
she could hear,
skin she could feel,
fat and muscle that didn't
pinch and twist and lock her in
this body
But when she wakes up
to do it all over again
She is almost positive
she is happier suffering like this
Copyright © Ollie Ward | Year Posted 2022
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