Illness Narrative

by Mara Buchbinder

Parts comprised:
  Fall
    and rise.

Wrenching writhing rakes my skin
Decaying coils churn within.
Humbled, passive, dark, I shudder, 
Trembling, hating, thoughts I mutter.
Filthy wretched lost control,
Tumbling forward like a bowl.
Hastening lonely quietude,
Sharing shameful closed and crude.
Weathered clothespins pinch and tug
Unrelenting bristling mug.
The swift retreat to silver pools, 
Boiling, steaming, then: diffused.
Slacked tightrope easing down
Frozen madness melt and drown.

Return to certain bland temptations
Chronic state of hesitations
     Acute observation
     Flaunt hibernation
         Fake animation
        Mock consternation
         Mad devastation
           Anticipation
          Dissipation
             Incantation
               after incantation
                 after incantation.

Harboring threads of vast diversion
Maintaining stubborn self-immersion.
Fluxing daily like the moon
Glass that came from specks of dune.

                 Hold tight.
                 All my might.
                 No respite.

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