sunshine & sadness

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Stones sewn tightly around each bone of my ribs.
Layer one after another,
The whole cage filled.

Flat on my back,
Heart I can now only faintly hear.

Wake up in the middle of the night
To be prodded, poked and pained.

Breathe in breathe out,
Comes but a wheeze.

Drooping eyes.
Aching burn of my every fibre,
Pleading to sleep.

Gut wrenching pain to shift so much as an inch.
Asking,
This is your body,
But is it home?