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"All you had sinking to the ocean floor."
A poem about bodies and imperfections. Thank you for reading <3

from the chest

On these grounds,

On these grounds, my laughter

slices the air cleanly

slices the air cleanly and weighs down

a waterlogged chest.

Is my voice too heavy

Is my voice too heavy to walk with a clear throat?

I may be a pawn,

I may be a pawn, but my hips span oceans

and never have I doubted the strength

these thighs have,

to wade through

to the open jaws

and pry them open,

searching for the land of the living.

Do not talk about loss

Do not talk about loss until you have felt

the gaps in your fingers broaden,

the gaps in your fingers broaden, all you had

sinking to the ocean floor.

Leave behind what you had,

Leave behind what you had, so that my bones

may remember the carcass

may remember the carcass its skin had become,

rub feverishly at the landmarks

where light failed to touch,

and when they peel away,

another mount

another mount grows in its place,

as unlit

as unlit and unfinished

as unlit and unfinished as the rest.

Though,

Though, never have I doubted

Though, never have I doubted the strength it takes

to dress these yawning wounds

and lay them to rest.

(i.n)

I saw a writing exercise to list three things about yourself you don't like and explore them through a poem. I chose my laugh, (hyenas be warned), my hips and my skin that has a tendency to get a lot of heat rash!

Through this, I wanted to show that imperfections are unique and do not define you as a person, something which I am still learning. It was certainly difficult to write! But it has helped me come one step forward to come to terms with what I look like. Thank you x

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