The body signals ills both present and to come:
Humming in the surface skin, pain under each breast;
Legs that weaken, unresponsive, knifing-sharp.
Hard to disentangle, now deep in the valley, that which is mind-born:
The free-flooding fear, the flattening of the world;
The twisted, difficult relationship with sleep.
The road ahead promises nothing, not even an ending.
- Kathy, 11/7/15
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