POETRY

I Can Feel the Fat Melting

A Visceral Pain Poem

Photo by Mohamed Nohassi on Unsplash

It fights, to the end of its time,
furious in defeat and betrayed by
a body that wore it proudly
through years of shame.

It weighs of guilt
but not of letting go —
Heavy are all of its
burdens.

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I love to rhyme, often sensually. I have to write, otherwise insanity. I leave my heart on paper. Feel free to feel my feels. I comment lovingly and completely.

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Anthony O'Dugan

Anthony O'Dugan

I love to rhyme, often sensually. I have to write, otherwise insanity. I leave my heart on paper. Feel free to feel my feels. I comment lovingly and completely.