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"somatoform" poems
i was teetering on the apex of delirium bony fingertips scrabbling at the air grasping at absolutely nothing the concrete jungle below presaging certain death on my tippy toes on unstable soil tottering and turning with the world askew before my eyes i fell before i found the light / my eyelids cracked themselves open my irises protested and my retinas sent shockwaves of pulsating light through my disoriented mind suddenly i didn't want the light anymore didn't want the truth that i carved through my ribcage for wasn't too hard, diagnosed myself with somatoform prescribed myself with anagelsics and sweet, sweet, slumber came / nolstagia sweeps by like an autumn breeze faded memories rustling in the wind that smell of muted, jaded wonder i avoid the falling leaves like lava hop, skip, hop i press my lips together when i walk past the street cleaner dutifully raking away the brittle, useless appendages i am half tempted to leap into the neatly swept piles of the past summer but i dig my heels in and stride past a life long gone
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Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 4:04 AM UTC
intraclectic
delirious abandonment
i was teetering on the apex of delirium bony fingertips scrabbling at the air grasping at absolutely nothing the concrete jungle below presaging certain death on my tippy toes on unstable soil tottering and turning with the world askew before my eyes i fell before i found the light / my eyelids cracked themselves open my irises protested and my retinas sent shockwaves of pulsating light through my disoriented mind suddenly i didn't want the light anymore didn't want the truth that i carved through my ribcage for wasn't too hard, diagnosed myself with somatoform prescribed myself with anagelsics and sweet, sweet, slumber came / nolstagia sweeps by like an autumn breeze faded memories rustling in the wind that smell of muted, jaded wonder i avoid the falling leaves like lava hop, skip, hop i press my lips together when i walk past the street cleaner dutifully raking away the brittle, useless appendages i am half tempted to leap into the neatly swept piles of the past summer but i dig my heels in and stride past a life long gone
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there is more to it all than running away, which i have always and never done i used to cap my bones in steel wash them over with milk, stand at the river's edge and feel myself sink in the pierce, without ever wading out, you could call it a somatic symptom, as if blowing away were a disorder-- and yet feeling heavy enough to sink a thousand ships but they should know i'm no Helen.
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Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 5:19 PM UTC
broooke
Somatoform.
there is more to it all than running away, which i have always and never done i used to cap my bones in steel wash them over with milk, stand at the river's edge and feel myself sink in the pierce, without ever wading out, you could call it a somatic symptom, as if blowing away were a disorder-- and yet feeling heavy enough to sink a thousand ships but they should know i'm no Helen.
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