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Post-necrosis Confession

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How did I do that for so many years?
Ignoring all the messages my soul tried
to send through my physical part?
The soul talked; it actually screamed.
“You overlook me, so, I have to pass on
the warning to your flesh to tell you that
you don’t stand up for yourself.
You press it and shrink it”.
The hands were shaking all day long.
The shoulders were in continuous tension.
A large rock had settled in my thorax.



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Anthi Psomiadou

Anthi Psomiadou


Writing, Life Coaching, Criminology, and more. But I simply do these, I am not these. I just am. Born and living in Greece (in both Ancient and modern…)