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My body is falling apart I crack my right-hand pointer finger And it gets sore, each time I do it Crunching, more than popping And aching as it does The fingers on my right hand Don’t type right anymore The pinky, ring, and middle All tight and unforgiving Clumsily stumbling across the keys My jaw, Pops and cracks on the right side Always sore Always an aching sort of pain That clicks when I chew gum And think about talking too much The bones On my right foot Don’t look quite right They bend in the wrong places The skin above them blue atop sticking calcium, where the skin should be smooth my body is falling apart and that is a metaphor the right side is falling apart and that is a metaphor because my body is falling apart the right is falling apart and it is a metaphor it is a metaphor god It is a metaphor A broken metaphor
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Jan 4, 2021
Jan 4, 2021 at 5:14 PM UTC
My body is falling apart
My body is falling apart I crack my right-hand pointer finger And it gets sore, each time I do it Crunching, more than popping And aching as it does The fingers on my right hand Don’t type right anymore The pinky, ring, and middle All tight and unforgiving Clumsily stumbling across the keys My jaw, Pops and cracks on the right side Always sore Always an aching sort of pain That clicks when I chew gum And think about talking too much The bones On my right foot Don’t look quite right They bend in the wrong places The skin above them blue atop sticking calcium, where the skin should be smooth my body is falling apart and that is a metaphor the right side is falling apart and that is a metaphor because my body is falling apart the right is falling apart and it is a metaphor it is a metaphor god It is a metaphor A broken metaphor
#falling#fallingapart
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amy-ross
Cisgender Female
Jan 4, 2021
Jan 4, 2021 at 5:14 PM UTC
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