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Do You See Me?

β¦Do you see me?
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Revisited
I keep coming back here
Back to this place
Waiting for treatment
Awaiting my fate
Will I get better?
How long will I wait?
All there is to want
Is all I have to face
A fragment
Too late?
In this body I feel like
a lone inmate
Infertile Lands
My conscience is closed off
I need sleep
Sundew depletes the last glimmer of hope
I bound and adhere myself together like the endometriosis that infiltrates my shell
We are all Ignorant to the law of life blood
Watching the world go by as I am casted out to the edge of the sea
Somatic memories from menarche still linger
My body is like a parasite insidious like mistletoe
The cactus has been exsanguinated and what was the cost?
Only
Cordyceps
Feed off me
(The art I made inspired from my journey with highly suspected endometriosis. Too many people born assigned female at birth have this terrible disease. It can cause terrible periods, chronic pelvic pain, infertility, and many more complicated symptoms. I just want to make clear I am okay, endometriosis and/chronic pelvic pain is just a lot.
Art is made by me!β¨π¨ποΈ

Caligo
The rain calms down
Amongst the fog
I stand alone
Its another restless night

Taciturn
Tiny flower
I ask of you
is it meekness or weakness that makes a mind that canβt be spoken?
Perhaps Iβm a little too docile
Living amongst the shadows of the giving tree