this body is broken, all curved and conflicting limbs
pain stitches it together each morning with tired thread
the cries of my nerves haunt me with disorienting hymns

the doctor has given it a thousand pseudonyms
but neither of us acknowledge what is left unsaid
this body is broken, all curved and conflicting limbs

my arms and legs move only at their own whim
again abandoning me, leaving me stranded in bed
the cries of my nerves haunt me with disorienting hymns

as i try to peel away the skin that crawls with the pricks of needles and pins
my hands shake with a new symptom, a tremor and dread
this body is broken, all curved and conflicting limbs

i am considering dismemberment, i will trim
the damaged bits from this body, starting with my head
the cries of my nerves haunt me with disorienting hymns

i want to destroy every ligament and bone from my ears to my shins
but my fingers are never strong enough, so i can only lay here instead
this body is broken, all curved and conflicting limbs
the cries of my nerves haunt me with disorienting hymns


National Poetry Writing Month Day 5: ” write a poem that incorporates at least one of the following: (1) the villanelle form, (2) lines taken from an outside text, and/or (3) phrases that oppose each other in some way.”

I chose to attempt a villanelle. It was a bit of a struggle, but I got there!

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