Hospital Gown
I don this dress
of memories
in hopes
of being fixed
but knowing
I am broken.
Yet again
this familiar gown
hugs my body
and yet again
I am reminded
of my faults.
The dissection table
through my thin armor
chills my achy bones
but all I need
is to count backward
and I am going...
going…
of memories
in hopes
of being fixed
but knowing
I am broken.
Yet again
this familiar gown
hugs my body
and yet again
I am reminded
of my faults.
The dissection table
through my thin armor
chills my achy bones
but all I need
is to count backward
and I am going...
going…
This Poems Story
A poem about my home away from home.
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