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    Ode to My Body

    • Writer: A S H
      A S H
    • Nov 2, 2024
    • 2 min read

    Oh my body,

    How you speak

    Telling me of each ailment

    That I need to treat


    You speak loudly

    With your chest proud

    Making sure I always

    Stand apart from the crowd


    Sometimes you're soft

    With a voice only I can hear,

    A somber reminder

    that there is much to fear


    Yes, how strong-willed you are,

    in your game of games,

    keeping me on my toes,

    in lieu of my cane


    Any fence I build

    to keep you out,

    only proves you the wiser

    without a doubt


    So I build stilts

    to keep the house steady,

    but I had no idea

    you had guns at the ready


    Both kneecaps shot

    with the blink of an eye,

    I fall to the floor

    and you let out a deep sigh


    I see the smoke

    arise from the barrel,

    and beyond that I see only

    eyes, feral


    Body, your eyes glow red,

    your teeth, sharp as knives,

    and a nerve so profound

    I assumed your intent was likewise


    I was ready Body, to finally succumb,

    to what this was all leading to -

    finally being numb


    I grabbed the barrel

    and placed it on my head,

    my eyes slammed shut

    "do it!" I said,


    I felt my head spin

    but not how I thought,

    I was sick to my stomach

    is this what I'd wrought?


    I felt your hot breath, Body

    as you laughed in my face,

    My heart pounded in my chest,

    like a heavy, heavy bass


    You cast the gun aside,

    as if it weighed nothing at all,

    and picked me up by my hair

    as I laid limp as a ragdoll


    You drug me to the bed

    threw me under the covers,

    an ice pack for each knee,

    Who is this fucker?


    You returned with hot tea,

    pain killers, and friends

    I couldn't figure it out, Body,

    were you making amends?


    My favorite show was on,

    Castlevania Season 3,

    Now, Body, I don't get it,

    are you toying with me?


    A low chuckle escapes you,

    as you put your feet up,

    "You don't get it, do you,

    you poor little pup.


    "You didn't heed my warnings,

    whether loud or soft,

    and your band-aids weren't working,

    though you could see clear enough.


    "It was time to stop, and since you wouldn't listen,

    it was time to make that blood of yours glisten.


    "Now, now don't be naive,

    I promise I have no more tricks up my sleeve.


    "So, watch your show, take your pills,

    just no more taking those cheap thrills.


    "Cause if you'll do, I'll certainly know

    and we wouldn't want a repeat of this freakshow."


    You push yourself up, and without another word,

    you left me alone, not a footfall heard.


    So I watched my show, drank my tea,

    and prayed every night, that someday,

    you'd return to me.


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