Welcome to Manic Monday! Time for a little free association writing on the word "body." Inspired? Post your free write in the comments.
My body is a work, imperfect. A line, crooked. A piece of flesh linked to others through unseen means. A covering, in which I'm hovering. My ghost hosted by body unbroken, soft spoken, a token, which pays off the reaper one more day, hour, minute. One second more and I may hit the floor. Empty. Meat with no bones to gnaw on. Angel with no earthly home. Still attached in spirit, and in breath, alone. Perfect in its imperfection, my body will not survive this infection, this life.
Love, light, and laughter!
Jocelyn Modo
http://www.jocelynmodo.com/
My body is a work, imperfect. A line, crooked. A piece of flesh linked to others through unseen means. A covering, in which I'm hovering. My ghost hosted by body unbroken, soft spoken, a token, which pays off the reaper one more day, hour, minute. One second more and I may hit the floor. Empty. Meat with no bones to gnaw on. Angel with no earthly home. Still attached in spirit, and in breath, alone. Perfect in its imperfection, my body will not survive this infection, this life.
Love, light, and laughter!
Jocelyn Modo
http://www.jocelynmodo.com/
