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Stephany Medina Poem
Swallowing the gulp of pain, reminds me
about the side effects to addiction,
the side effects my own mind created.
A flame lights in my gut. Boiling with heat,
my insides black like charcoal from a pit
cooked to amuse the fluid opener.
I’ve slowly become blistered and branded
left without a beat just a hallow space.
A space only used to wrap up comfort.
Sometimes I wonder how I can still breathe
since my respiratory system’s dead.
I have to swallow again, and again
until I find the right gulp, the gulp that
will put me back together peacefully.
Copyright © Stephany Medina | Year Posted 2015
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Stephany Medina Poem
Dear skin, since when have you become so rough
from the tattoos picked to cover up your scars.
Dear fingers, you can finally let go.
Dear eyes, don't look for your past anymore.
Dear feet, stop running away from yourself.
Dear heart, stop picking fights with your brain.
Dear back, giving it to to people isn't
going to help you find friends.
Dear nostrils, you're one of the five senses
you should be able to smell the ugly on people.
Dear lungs, you don't need to inhale every lie.
Dear bones, I need you to keep me together.
Dear lips, stop craving what's gone.
Dear ears, listen up, I need you.
Dear me, you're still beautiful.
Copyright © Stephany Medina | Year Posted 2015
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