Some days your body is uninhabitable.
You want to crawl out of your skin somehow
to pull your hair out, throw line
an escape perhaps
You try to love it, truly, this vessel you’re in, your body
On some days it’s harder- the way it hangs and folds, the way it grows weighty and unpleasant
On those days loneliness sinks to the bottom of your belly like a rock on water
pushing you down further to dark bottom
Seabed
you try to love it anyway
stitch it back together
mould yourself into adequate. you start again each morning
another attempt at settling into self
Another attempt at living
your body is dilapidated, an abandoned home
green moss on your wrists, a small flower roots through the cracks of your back
Your body loves you anyway
even on days when you wish you weren’t
your body loves you anyway
Its only purpose
to keep you here
for one more day
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