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Dirty realism, grunge lit, creative confessions, spec fic, and assorted literary atrocities.

A Poem For The Chronically Ill

1 min readSep 11, 2024

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Photograph of woman in red reclining on bed, sensual feeling.
Photo by Bobby Jackson : https://www.pexels.com/photo/a-woman-laying-on-a-bed-wearing-red-shirt-27777605/

Tonight, make our bed with clean sheets —
the soft flannels
Pull back the comforter
guide me onto my stomach

Remove my clothes —
gently, gently

Lay your warm hands on my skin —
I’ll let in your nourishing

Light the massage oil candles —
drip them on my shoulders
Allow waxy oil to roll down my blades,
curving spine

Brush the oil over me —
gently, gently

Press your hands into my hips —
I’ll feel your warm love
cooling my fiery pain

Kiss behind my knees and ankles —
let me fall asleep
and keep laying hands on me
until you see I’ve dream-flown
to a painless world

Lay the flannel sheets against my anointed skin —
set the flaming candles on your nightstand
blow them out
One
Two
Three

Press your lips —
feathered into the crook of my neck
whisper into my dream
I love you

Turn down the light —
I’ll try to sleep this pain away

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Scuzzbucket
Scuzzbucket

Published in Scuzzbucket

Dirty realism, grunge lit, creative confessions, spec fic, and assorted literary atrocities.

Aimée Brown Gramblin
Aimée Brown Gramblin

Written by Aimée Brown Gramblin

Age of Empathy founder. Creativity Fiend. Writer, Editor, Poet: life is art. Nature, Mental Health, Psychology, Art. Audio: aimeebrowngramblin.substack.com