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A Stylish Illness
I hold my thermometer
like a cigarette,
carelessly flicking my fever
into the ground and stomping
it out with my scarred feet.
I've grown sick sick sicker
waiting to get better;
feel my thoughts withering
away, collapsing, shivering.
I hold my tongue
like speaking may get me shot-
I am fine fine fine ,
just a little under the weather,
with some mental chagrin.
My lips crack and burn
in a rhythmic way,
and the villagers sway
to my ancient ill regard
hardened battle hymn.
I am tepid in a
dissapointing way,
a girl constructed from broken bones
a little grey bottle protege;
I was not meant to turn out this way.
I turn on my heel
and wander inside,
smoke sticking on my skin.
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