Skin and Bones

Skin and Bones

The breast pump sucks

a black, murky fluid

out of my hard nipples.

Skin hangs loosely –

descending from the ribcage

like an unruly waterfall.

Without my demons,

I am left with just

skin and bones.

Poetry by Jeremy Mifsud

Photo by Olenka Kotyk on Unsplash

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