if the body was not won quite yet, it was one. separate for so long, the years too slow to count: of too few fruits, the beginning and end of everything collapsed in the interminable middle. so strive to feel, be as kind as you are able. leave the glass of wine unfinished, subway stare … More the body won
and after the poison, the hips narrowed to bone. there was less of me then, hair shed, bruises on the inside of elbows. I did not know what to believe: was I somehow better now, that there was not excess of me, that the spread of death was quenched? acid throat, the shattered rending. where … More chemo
this new body, born of old, is still too wracked to call my own. fragile neck and curled, stiff spine; I try to be too kind and wise to a thing that will not bend. so, then, rebel. do not sleep and do not eat, let sores run ragged, fresh and deep. but it heals … More rebel
Sing a song of misery, let the heart collapse. There is nothing left to mourn save what is crude and crass. Aching arms and blistered feet, bloody hands and raw, red meat; repeat the lies you once believed and give in to the bitter grief. … © 2017 Anna-Christina Betekhtin, All Rights Reserved.
Mourn not the weeping wounds and tears. Let blood congeal, slow ripples. Blistered water boil, raindrop pus. All scars were water once. Cry no pain, gasp no ache. This body will healing drown in praise. … © 2017 Anna-Christina Betekhtin, All Rights Reserved.
When my heart took up more of my body than I knew what to do with. When to draw breath was much too hard. When the joints could not bend without hurt. Healing is when the body learns to forgive itself for what it has done. Despite everything, it lets itself live. … © 2015 … More despite
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