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26/9/16 What my body tells me when I choose to listen

My head spins,

light as a balloon,

it floats above my body,

tethered only

by the cord of my neck.

 

My eyes swim,

this pressure behind them,

inside them,

always present and inevitably distracting,

limiting vision.

 

My ears ring,

your voice lingers in them, soft and gentle,

like a marshmallow ripped into pieces

by idle fingers and fed to me,

piece by word by piece.

 

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