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Clare Margaret
Poems
Jul 2017
Today I Woke Up
Today I woke up with holes in my hand,
the stigmata of a failed human
who tried to starve her way to divinity.
These hollows are heaven’s rejection letters
spelled out in limp flesh
and dried blood.
When my mouth begs for water,
these hands cannot scoop up a single drop
from life’s grand wells.
And anyway, my mouth was sewn up long ago.
I hold both hands outward, towards the light.
They do not warm, they only burn,
and anyway, I cannot see the light
through frosted eyes.
My fingers hang from their spreading base
and cannot find the strength to fold
along their stiff hinges.
And anyway, my skin tightens like ice.
All that remains is fractured bone
and sea-green veins
that spread like spider’s legs
strong on a broken loom.
I cannot create if I cannot breath,
the pen’s ink separates like stolen air
drawn through a sieve.
Creation breeds life, endless drops of life,
but I shut that door on myself
and it’s still jammed in its latch.
The oxygen around me hides in small corners
and speaks in a whisper,
“you do not tempt me.”
Blank pages read like foreign print
and speak in ancient tongues,
unheard and unread.
#depression
#mentalillness
#eatingdisorders
#bulimia
#anorexia
#treatment
#recovery
#writing
Written by
Clare Margaret
23/F
(23/F)
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