For they would fain to damp, abate, When what I want is rushing on, Nay, I would fain myself be gone! And walk through frost-bit, stirrless dawn, To walk until my face were drawn And hollow; ‘til just my spirit shone.
(Dawe, 2017)
This work was initially published on Bedfest, a closed Facebook group for people with Myalgic encephalomyelitis (ME)
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