21/8/2017 A piece about responding to my body's needs

My body is a blur.

I am sh-sh-sh-shaking

and I can't stop. 

My own body, the enemy.


I am weakened,

infirm and desperate for relief,

as a marathon runner

made to run on.


I am gasping and grasping

for anything to stop this

unshakeable feeling.

I quiver like a kitten.


I am not used to this.


Bread and water,

anything to stave this hunger,

breathless from this emptiness,

I must fill, I must.


Deep breaths and relax,

come now, will to prevail...


No, this fire needs fuel.





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