While

by Abi Plett about a year ago in sad poetry

A Broken Poem That Worries Over a Potentially Broken Body

While

It’s been a

While

Since I’ve felt

Complete,

Whole

Even.

Maybe

Fine

Is the proper word to describe this feeling

Or

Maybe not?

I don’t know.

All I know

Is that my bones won’t settle,

My skin won’t feel,

And my brain won’t rest.

Why does my skin itch?

Why can’t I feel the nails clawing at my skin?

Where do the lines of rashes come from?

Why am I

Malfunctioning

?

I feel like I own skin as thick as a rhinos

Because I can’t comprehend the thinness of my humanness.

sad poetry
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