I live in a body that isn’t mine divergently pale thick like ghee those white slabs in the fridge I didn’t recognise When I shower this body is absent water falling on deaf skin running drizzle like a scar. These fingers feel something muted, distant and the soap falls through gaps slips down to foreign, senseless toes. I avoid the mirror, facing the wall, the fear of not being.
Absent
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Out of the Cave 
Beautifully written (as always) but really dark, Worms.
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It is somewhat darker than I intended 😅
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The vivid descriptions here are so powerful.
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Thankyou!
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You seem almost blended in to tile here. I love the abstractness of this one. Such great imagery.
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Many thanks!
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quietly captured, the dissociative state; the second stanza nails it; it’s a scary realization —
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“water falling on deaf skin” – excellent!
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Thank you!
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