{#1} ill

Today I felt ill. In a state between consciousness and silence, there was a stumbling me. As I dizzily made my way to the bathroom, my body was on fire and one glance at the mirror had me staring back, through blood.
As I walked, bones broke. As I touched, felt heat instead of skin. It’s not pleasant. And at that state of mind, one of a boiling egg, I started vomiting words.

Happens a lot.

Though not particularly often in given situation. But I listened. And then wrote, surprisingly steadily, knowing that five minutes ago I had to lean against walls.

At first I thought I was writing about my physical symptoms but later on felt something more. The anxiousness of my life fell directly into the same lines below.

On fire;

The body was on fire;
Awaiting death or

Burning with desire;
Blood traces;

The eyes shot blood

And traced it;
While step by step it

All becomes too wasted;

The only difference was that after a few days, the physical symptoms will pass.

2 thoughts on “{#1} ill

  1. Oh girl, I loved this post so much: raw, simple, beautiful. I like when people share their poems on the blog, it’s such an amazing way to catch a glimpse of their souls.
    P.S.: I’m really glad I found your blog, I feel we are similar to a certain extent.

    Ioana xx / The Lunatour

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    1. Thank you so so much, Ioana!
      The most enjoyable, warming and rewarding thing is knowing that my words managed to bring some kind of emotion to you, my soul is now happier because of this!

      I’m really glad you liked the poem and my blog, I will write more! β™₯ u β™₯

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