The Morning RoutineA Poem by CourtniReneeHere is a pill for your eating disorder. It will make you feel like there are uncaged birds in your chest. Fluttering desperately in those dark empty spaces. That you still cling to, you don’t want the pill to take them away. But the doctor, but your lover, but yourself knows. So the birds flutter, searching for a sliver of light an indicator of escape. The doctor will call this- Anxiety. They won’t give you a pill for this. It will pass. Here is a pill for your headaches. It will send an invitation, unknown to you, for snakes to nest in your palms and lay eggs in your fingertips. You will feel them slither and curl all night until you want to peel back your own skin and pluck them out again. but you don’t Because you no longer feel the tissue and muscle and the matter of you leaking from your pores from the pain. So you take the pill and welcome the snakes. Here is a pill for your periods. What is the purpose of a river if it serves no life? You have cut out the fertile places and burned down the holy houses. There is no one left for the river to flow. Congratulations darling, you have your wish. This body is yours. But you will never forget the feeling of another soul swimming through your veins. Set this on your tongue. Let it dissolve slow and bitter. If you are patient, you will no longer feel the grip and weight of a hollow cradle between the bones of your hips. © 2021 CourtniRenee |
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1 Review Added on February 7, 2021 Last Updated on February 7, 2021 Tags: Medicine, pills, eating disorders, migraines AuthorCourtniReneeSpringfield , MOAboutIf I know nothing else, I know that I am myself, and that is enough for me. more..Writing
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