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My neck is stiff as a bulbous batholith
My back hurts as if slowly turning a key between my vertebrae
My legs are aching like a baby goat crying for milk

I sit in your massage chair
It feels my body up and down
It tries to read my pulse

But it cannot register a change
It's as if I were dying in a bubble
Or already a corpse

I know I cannot feel
I know I'm as cold as an iceberg
Why does the massage chair have to be my reminder?

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by claudita

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I found this really touching - the image of your bodily aches being so sealed-off from normal reality that even the inanimate massage chair can't detect or help with them. And I love the odd images you often use for pain and abandonment - here, the legs that feel 'like a hungry baby goat'.

( Posted by: MobiusSoul [Member] On: April 23, 2006 )

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