i lay happily sick bedded trusting outdated medical advice not knowing i was wedded to calamity, and a dowry of such frightening price! birth was a revelation, nothing appears transient until it ends, now my desolation seems just as permanent unless i mend my broken bones anew. my body kept these mortal hurts from me so completely that i never knew 'til overcome with life, i stared unseeing into its eyes, heard the words, and coughed up my tongue. corpse's make-up dripping off my waxen cheeks, an elastoplast which cannot last as the weeks increase, all this and more has failed to make me survive. me dead, whom i thought to be alive! i'm stunned by the sugared friend who holds my hand as bone and sinew turn to sand and lightens my heart so encumbered since finding out my days are numbered, but i'm still dying to be loved by the one who the remembering of causes me to cough up my long-swallowed unfavoured tongue.
