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Awake in the Ward

March 29, 2014
By Caroline Boschetto BRONZE, Doylestown, Pennsylvania
Caroline Boschetto BRONZE, Doylestown, Pennsylvania
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Awake in the ward at 2 am
There was an ache in her bones
And a pain in her heart.
Not the intangible organ of love,
For that had gone numb years ago,
But the atrophied vessel of pulsing blood
Under her visible ribs.
It stabbed her nerves with every throb of life
Thirty eight times every minute.
Thirty eight times too many.
Her stomach bulged
Like she was pregnant with the child of misery.
She had married sadness
And had to bear his spawn.


The author's comments:
This is a poem about the misery of being in an eating disorder ward.

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