Invisible Illness
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Invisible Illness

POETRY

These Stalls

A strange comfort.

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Here we are once again.

With my red-faced countenance
and tear filled eyes.
(I am growing tired of this blurry vision)

As I find myself in this stall,
once again,
I must admit:
this bathroom I have
found some comfort in.

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We don't talk enough about mental health.

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Omy

Omy

Puerto Rican writer. 🇵🇷🏳️‍🌈 Poetry, Television & History. Owner of Ilusiones, a publication for Caribbean/Latinx writers. maybecreate@gmail.com (she/they)

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