Every time I lay in a doctor’s office with my legs spread open, as the nurse beside me shifts her eyes. When I’m used up and thrown into bed by those with ulterior motives. When I can’t find the words to write a story because every syllable falls flat, a punctured image of something much more complex. I can feel my anatomy howling from the pages flipped over in biology textbooks. And while my body is discussed and erased and silenced, my mind is invisible too.
365 Days of Hypochondria
And other personal happenings.
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November 17, 2013 at 12:01 pm
Wow…this gave me chills. Such a powerful piece!
November 17, 2013 at 2:12 pm
Thank you Jess <3