I travel
the circumference of a circle:
its dull, despondent ring
of friction pierces
cloudy thoughts.
A precise boundary
a fragile grip
a body bound without resilience.
Why struggle not to slip?
At first it was private
then it was more than myself.
The nurse leeched
three bottles of blood
to carry out tests
on everything
but the cause.
© Millie M
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