On the days my sickness talks to me, I remember small magic.
I remember the way the pretty ivy outside my window entwines with white wood.
I remember the way the rain softly taps against my window to help me fall asleep.
I remember the way the universe loved me so much, that inside my body’s cell, it placed little universes that are its mirror image.
I remember the way I am loved by the few people
I know will never leave.
And I allow the small magic
to sing so loud and so happy in my ears that my sickness forgets how to speak.
~ Nikita Gill, “Small Magic”
Art by Lucy Campbell
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