Moving's begun to upset my stomach.
So I find myself in the bathroom
trying to shit out my fears.
I spend too much time in there,
dawdling, trying to muster up
the strength to get rid of this rumbling pain.
When I finish, it's no different:
wiping and wiping, I find
a bit of blood, as if my body
need remind me that moving hurts.
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last four lines are the best. rest could use some tightening-up? maybe they're a little too straightforward?
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