by Mac Pomeroy

The bones beneath my skin
Shift and scream
Pleading, begging
Willing me to free them

Why must we be trapped
Commanded by your will
I have no answer
This is how it must be
The flesh is mine
The brain is mine

But the bones protest
They creak and stiffen
Refuse movement
Close me in more and more
Till I understand their confinement

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Mac Pomeroy is a Youngstown native and a YSU graduate. She has a degree in English, a minor in creative writing, and an interest in all things mythology and folklore related. She lives with her cat, Nancy, and enjoys spending time with her friends writing at local coffee shops. Mac hoped to write this to show the feeling of living with chronic pain.