Poem: Condemned


This body

I am condemned to

this hoard of fragile skin

organs and bones

aching and decaying

cell after cell

destined for the earth.

I hurt

from my feet up

into my skull

bunions wince

as I walk

teeth wearing white war

paint jostle for position

and break


lips bleed as I

wake, virus


defences down

fever slumber

hollow eyes shut


swallow another


I was wed to death from

my first heartbeat

but I wasn’t informed

that the dress

would be so



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