Strength is uncommon
Now
It manifests in
Presumptuous ways, claiming
To feed your tortured soul
Yet you lose inches
Of a dying heart
To an ill-fated diagnosis
That the world’s most
Renown devotees of medicine
Pencil in on a chart
You become the medical
Term
Instead of a human being
You become the thing
Fading
Before them, but they
Still think you are alive.
You haven’t been
In years.
A Cornered Gurl 
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