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Sick

You can't always get better soon

By CorwynnaPublished 2 years ago 1 min read
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abcessed yellow pustules cling inside

like they belong

my ribs outline without a plan, ivory

shards too weak

shivering in their casket shrouded

in cardigan so soft

pink pink pink outside, outside and in

shush your limbs to willow pace

or wake the death within

smooth bubbles filled with yellow

can't be popped

lullaby with candy pills

pink pink pink slips in

lungs shuddering away from where they went

breath is not an answer

cannot hone the mind to flee

stuck the yellow, stuck inside the pink

stuck the mind beside it all

inside it all

under it all

the waterfall of algae choked and green

withering to sick and yellow

sick and yellow

sick and yellow

crack the ribs apart to let them breathe

and leave them on dry leaves of brown

white clattering behind

even when they break

they cannot leave

drag the ribs and sew the pink with thread of the same hue

who will know how much the shirt is darned?

underneath the bombs tick slow

they wobble with each step

pink was never stronger than yellow

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About the Creator

Corwynna

I'm a 28 year old writer and biologist with a million hobbies and enough passion for all of them!

Explore my music, stories, and homebrew on my site:

https://sites.google.com/view/corwynnascorner/home

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