I find myself watching loveless marriages and bedridden wives.

Of the yellow wallpaper crawling on the ceiling, hundreds of faces.

my skin turned to bark. I escape an arrow and the man who wielded it

I long to hold a hand guarded by a cotton sleeve. Where fingers direct my footsteps.


Let us see how deep this rabbit hole goes

As our bodies cave in to each other

In hopes of searching for

Missing pieces.

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