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As The Sun Rises
I lay on a hard mattress curled in the foetal position,
wrapped in a chrysalis of darkness.
A fancy metaphor could not explain the meaning of life,
it had simply become irrelevant.
I had become so skinny that my skin was pulled
guitar string taut over aching bones,
that doctors had threatened to hospitalise me.
But now, allergic to life, my skin peeled at the thought of being.
...Monday 30th September 2019 12:18 pm
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