The Body Fights Back
Sitting with my illness,
Sitting with my younger self,
Blaming her infected mind,
Right foot, left foot, 160
Right foot, left foot, 108 and a vow to herself,
To never expand,
To only shrink,
Melt into a plastic wrapped cage like hot honey,
Let them watch you,
But never touch,
Let them savor you,
But never feast,
Become something to thirst for,
But let their dry throats quiver.
