Dawn Swanson

Unfolding Slowly

As the morning sun emerges from behind the dark still night,
I unfold slowly in the soft sunlight.

One eye opens and then the other.
I pull my covers down past my feet as I stretch,
trying to relish in one more minute of sleep.

I slowly emerge renewed as I strip myself away, layer, by layer, by layer.
The dried crust of the black soulless disease tried to eat away at my body.

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