Section 3

Leaving my body

Alison Marie Bennett

Alison’s work explores the personal dysfunctionality surrounding the relationship with her body from the age of four, until today—age forty. Initially, the effects of violence through personal trauma, and injury are articulated; this trauma culminates further in the piece, as the inevitable expression of violence upon self. These pieces outline the frustration of Alison’s cognitive ability to recognise, and logically understand the psychology ingrained beneath disability, and explores epistemic violence through a chronic, and severe eating disorder, and obsessive compulsive disorder. Symbolic and institutional violences are explored through personal experiences with constant, recurrent hospitalisation.


Poetry; Eating Disorder; Disability; Body Image; Hospitalisation

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The day I left my body I was four years old.

I wore red dungarees.

I remember how the ambos

had to cut those dungarees

from my burning body

with scissors …

… because they were my favourite


I remember the screaming

I’m not sure if was my

voice but my mouth

was moving.

I became used to the sad smiles of the cleaners

in my disinfected hospital cell …

and I always

smile back as the smell of


and bleach

and rubber gloves

burns my nostrils.

and I learn to stop


because leaving my body

meant leaving behind

all those hands

clamouring at me

all the pain

all the grotesque scars

all the pretending

to be fine

and I master the technique of

guarding my secrets

behind an iron-clad shield

made from silence

and pretend smiles

and it feels wrong to still

seek sick comfort in

the familiar scent of

antiseptic swabs …

… the bleeps of

dialysis machines

lulling me to

sleep like some kind of …

… dysfunctional

fairy godmother

but see, here

without my body

I am uncontaminated

I am clean

I am numb

here I can keep you at a twelve metre

distance from my secrets at all times

while I drown in a sea of my

own torment

and fill my day with obsessive rituals

and I am watching myself in a

foreign film … but no

matter how

hard I try

… I can’t switch the subtitles on

I’m high as a kite, soaring above you in

my haze of

malnutritioned delirium

I am on a never-ending ferris wheel of death

and the conductor




off …

but here I am numb

here I am …

… superhuman

the day I left my body I was four years old

but I will



searching for it

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