It is as if I have forgotten how to pronounce the words that once defined the curve of my mouth.
I renounce the person I was one second ago, and in a moment I will do so again.
To begin in captivity only breeds a certain wilderness growing restless in the tips of my toes.
I'm not cultivating new evils within a clenched fist or the feeling of his legs tangled in mine.
I'm just breaking in the skin that I once stood hollow in; coming into myself.