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I feel nothing, and everything An empty echo Trapped, screaming but yawning. I go unheard. There is a spark, a promise of reanimation in endless pools of blue. I can die and live a thousand lifetimes in an interlocked gaze… But what happens when the jolt no longer reanimates the dead.
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Feb 22, 2020
Feb 22, 2020 at 4:53 AM UTC
Frankenstein, or just the monster?
I feel nothing, and everything An empty echo Trapped, screaming but yawning. I go unheard. There is a spark, a promise of reanimation in endless pools of blue. I can die and live a thousand lifetimes in an interlocked gaze… But what happens when the jolt no longer reanimates the dead.
Like The Library, I wrote this not long before my ex husband left. At this point he had alienated me from my friends and family and I had developed Agoraphobia. I thought he was keeping me alive, keeping me safe - but he was systematically lobotomizing everything I was.
#embrace#alone#abuse
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33/NB/Nottingham
Feb 22, 2020
Feb 22, 2020 at 4:53 AM UTC
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