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no one can fix what they won't acknowledge

let the skeletons collect dust while we
search for a rib to replace the achy one
that this child left in your chest 
you will not get to grow old.

this being morphs into a loop - 
appointments, medication, pill after pill
to make the pain a little more dull
a familiarity with the order of this
that would have horrified you once

and when the white coat with a face
tells you they don’t know what’s wrong, 
you’ll just nod. you’ve tried insisting,
and pushing, you have vied to be
the ever present rock in their shoe 

but pebbles only press underfoot,
a nuisance to be removed and kicked
away so they can keep pretending
that the earth is made of something else. 

the frames move as slowly as they ever have, 
but you’re growing blind to the image

you can keep sitting in your room, 
waiting in vain for the sun to rise, 
and in the meantime i’m far from here
tearing myself apart to find
a reason for us to live