Escapril: Body As Friend (or foe)

my body is nice, sometimes;
she tells me when I’m hungry,
or thirsty, and reminds me
when to sleep.

my body is mean, sometimes;
she causes indescribable pain,
and blood where it should not be,
and sadness too.

my body is scary, sometimes;
she reminds me that I’m mortal,
and that I’m dying,
but she reminds me to cherish life.

my body is mine,
and we may have disagreements
just like family,
but we will always be together.

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