Hypochondria

My ashen skin
and sunken eyes
punctuate
the bag of bones
that I’ve become.
All my neurosis
, imagined ill-health,
obsession,
and chronic anxiety
could never save me from
my destiny.
An unfortunate,
inescapable outcome:
my doom.

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