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Have I been buried alive by chronic pain? I can taste the dirt as they put me in the earth, thick on my lips like the honey that drips down my lips.

Maggie Bowyer

I’m stoned on a nice boat ride. I fake a smile, you fake a life.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Fake Life Nice Numb Smile
The very act of surviving in a world that does nothing but reject you is an act of revolution.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Revolution Survive World Yourself
You’ve retracted your rays of warmth. You’ve pulled the clouds to cover sunlight. I think everyone is growing more concerned as the days keep passing and you’re still absent.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Absence Growth Ray Sun Warmth Yourself
These words crash over and threaten to destroy me. I cannot find the stars so far beneath these waves of insecurity and mistrust, their light has seemed to vanish.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Destroy Insecurity Light Mistrust Stars Vanish Word
The grace of being home is that i no longer have to waste energy on looking okay.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Energy Grace Home
Two showers a day and I’m still a thousand more from washing you away.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Away Day Shower Wash Yourself
I screamed and cried but only because i wanted to make this right. Instead, I sat alone, shivering watching the evening turn into night.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Cry Evening Night Right Scream Shiver
There are versions of myself I will never recover, stolen by moments i will forever remember.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Forever Moments Myself Recover Stole Yourself
I should have known when I started to fall in love, It was never meant to last long.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Break Up End Fall Long Love Meant Relationship
Have I been buried alive by chronic pain? I can taste the dirt as they put me in the earth, thick on my lips like the honey that drips down my lips.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Alive Dirt Earth Honey Hurt Lips Pain
I was only ten the first time I remember getting stabbed. My agony pierced the air with a sickening scream.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Agony Air Pain Scream Stab Time
Speak to me again, so I’m writing another poem I’ll never send.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Again Poetry Speak
The burns didn’t hurt this badly when we were on fire.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Fire Hurt Pain Relationship Toxic
I’d rather suffer in silence than be subjected to deafening stares. I feel like I’m in an abusive relationship with my body, no one can see the bruises.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Body Bruise Hurt Pain Relationship Silence Suffering
On my worst days, my brain tries to trick me into wishing I stayed. It’s really trying to convince me that I didn’t deserve to survive.
MAGGIE BOWYER

Brain Deserve Stay Survive Worst
Am i meant to untangle the knots in my own muscles? Do they think its as simple as a few tangles in my own hair?
MAGGIE BOWYER

Hair Mine Muscle Simple Tangle

Have I been buried alive by chronic pain? I can taste the dirt as they put me in the earth, thick on my lips like the honey that drips down my lips.

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