said more with my hands than i've ever, ever said with my voice, perched on the edge of a couch, pushing down and pressing something solid. jumper falling off my shoulder.
(finger guns) - 'ah ha.'
'this is what everyone was talking about, when they talk about ____, when they talk about _______, this is actually what they meant. none of that shit i felt before - i had no idea i had i had so much to feel.'
pause,
'how do people do it?' shuffle further undercover,
'maybe there's an untapped resource - maybe there's a reservoir.'
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(and i've shed my skin again,
i pinch it between my fingers and it dissolves,
i wake up in the morning
and it's a perfect imprint on my sheets.
transparent membrane around my eyes
red raw and peeling,
(i take a blade,
and press it,
and run it
against my legs, and my arms
certainly not for myself,
not for anyone)
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