she was
actually an invalid
incarcerated by her first
husband under house arrest ...
who found a way to write on a hand
partially bed bound with the black death
rig a roses a pocket full of posers her poor
balance and curved spine frequent falls waddling
gait her movements limited to tendon spasms the
arrythmias of tight fixed muscles and soft tissue findings
episodes of memory deficit as to her current whereabouts
her thinking disorganised and hypersexual with involuntary
frontal lobe ... and lack of insight into her stroke the
vertigo and disequilibrium frothing at the mouth in
a bloom of insanity learned to communicate
with a last gasp of tiny gestures to warm
her blue muscles cracked atmosphere
a trickle of black stuff from hell
lighting the sputtering candle
an antigasm of war fights
the repetitive strains
of hard labour
1am misc draft
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