Chronic illness · poetry

Cracking Of My Spine

Assumptions and 
ill spoken words.
How can't you hear my
body screaming?
See the pain
Pulsing.
How are you blind
to my torture?
Can't you see my eyes
dimming to nothing?
My hands shaking,
my throat tightening?
Can you hear the cracking
of my spine as it 
continues to break?
I'm dying and all you see
is a lie.

 

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