Stomach full of jagged gravel
Tumbling around
Punching at me.
Taunting me with incurable memories.
Distressed to the point of
Almost not wanting my body.
I want to reject this meat sack,
On account of it feels like crap.
But this brain needs this meat sack
So I soak these lug nuts in the bath,
And oils these joints.
So I can stay,
So my child can grow,
So my lover is loved,
So my words can flow.
Despite the depth of the ache,
I will keep trying to try,
And this one little life,
That’s been gifted to me.