Experimental Me
My body tells its tale
with scars, bumps and twists
but no one dreams the dread
my mind journeyed through
One must know the language
my body yelling out loud
it's found in open brain ops,
intensive care, IV's and fear
Experimental they said
Not terrifying, painful, dark
my mind and frame have bent
the iron pipes of sanity
Chrissie Morris Brady
Chrissie now lives on the south coast of England. She has travelled widely and gained her degree in Psychology at USC, and worked in the recovery from addiction for several years in Southern California. She has written poetry since she was a teenager, and now has been published by Plum Tree Books, Brian Wrixon publishing, Dead Snakes, Dissident Voice, Scarlet Review, WISH Poetry, Anti-Heroin Chic and other publications, including several anthologies
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Excellent and real. I really like it. The idea that a body tells stories with the scars of illness and disease is profound and horrifying to me.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing this honest and difficult work.