hushed voice of a folded leaf

walls pour in.
my cradle of greatness– my throne shatters
under the weight of my imaginary prison.
I can feel it close in
close in
close in;
rips my skin, muscles…
it stops at bones.
“They’re stronger”, I say,
they can bear this.

(Pressure let’s go.)

then I let go.

DARKNESS.

I forget
then I get lost in my forgetting.
I remember
then I get lost in my forgetting.
I forget
then I get lost in my forgetting.
I remember…

(My body is not my body anymore
neither are my thoughts,
skin and muscles replaced by something else:
A fly lands in it,
six legs,
I move.

I remember this.
I have been this.
I could count– feel every single connection that made up everything that made up everything
then it became too much,
couldn’t breathe,
I choked.
So I switched.
Survival instinct;
Everything that was– was replaced by everything I knew… know.)

sky seems clearer.
there’s no ceiling.
eyes stare at the walls.
(Surprised!)
hand vibrates through.

(Mind sees what it wants to see.)
body knows.

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