My innards have been galvanised. Brush over my skin impersonally, memory the only tether. Can't scramble to feel my body warm and in flux. I'm shrinking into the corner of my own roof.
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vertigo / disembodiment
Randomwhy scour the dimensions for the roots of your disposition when you can just float? (2019)
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My innards have been galvanised. Brush over my skin impersonally, memory the only tether. Can't scramble to feel my body warm and in flux. I'm shrinking into the corner of my own roof.
