Bones
Originally posted to LoPotterWrites.com on November 6th, 2020
Published in L’identite Politique
Content warning: may be triggering to those that are experiencing emotional or traumatic struggles. Reader discretion is advised.
Photo by Sebastian Hages on Unsplash
She started smoking again
Feeling bones by finger curls
And the nauseating hunger
For someone to understand
The hard lumps under skin
And the satisfaction of a visible scapula
Under the crushing, suffocating, smothering
Weight of ten pounds
Against the pull of Earth’s gravitational force
When the greatest ally against one condition
Becomes the pain of another
Hoping that at the end of this cigarette
She will find the cremated remains
Of her claim to have it all under control
