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My organs feel like
They do not belong to me
They are rapidly working
To keep somebody else alive
The person before
Who was she again?

My insides are trying so hard
That they will burst through my skin
Provide some relief
Give them some room
A pulse that is throbbing
Like a noisy neighbour
Quieten down, quieten down
Now is not the time for panic.

Keep it together
Wrap myself up
Layer on layer
Fabrics for comfort, for hiding away
Hell has got to stay warm
Let the ideations simmer
Put them on the back burner
Now is not the time for panic.

1 Comment

  1. Tynamite

    I like this poem. It makes good use of rhythm, word count and pacing. Also the “call and response” usage of english is good here too. It’s not a poem that I can relate to, but I’m sure you can! 😉

    If only I knew what real life experiences inspired this poem.

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