Nina Brav

Writer, Blogger, Entrepreneur

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Last time I did this,

I turned to mush.

Now at least I’m stable,

Admittedly, not much stronger.

Insides dry and brittle

Ribs dusty, heart cobwebbed.

Aching, but afraid,

knowing nourishment

is always followed  

by unsatisfaction.

Before, it felt like drowning.

Now, it seems, I’m wanting.

Perhaps, I’ll take

a sip of water.