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August 3, 2013My heart sinks another inch onto my stomach
– its pressure growing and growing.
The neighbouring houses press me in. Grey clouds
stick to the sky like fridge magnets.
The fan clicks. The air-con faintly groans. I listen,
water pooling in my mouth; teeth gently grinding.
Chewing fingers raw starts my appetite.
I eat. Stop. Eat. Need to stop, yet only eat.
The TV crackles on to two men in a barren room.
They seldom speak, but at least they have each other.
A carer cooks my meals, not even talking, only
“less haste more speed” to end my final relationship
leaving me a window, sofa, and half drunk cans of coke.
Squeezed out of life, wedged inside, sitting out my days at home.
AJG
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