Rain befalls the afternoon like a heavy blanket
A blanket under which I rest
Legs crossed and crossed and crossed
Neck curved as a comma,
The smallest body you have seen
Nothing is mine
My arms, my hands, my head
The water that falls
Lands on nothing that belongs
Nothing is ours
The sky, the ground, the air
Skin becomes wet
Skin and water with no owner
Dec 23, 2020
Dec 23, 2020 at 7:24 PM UTC
Rain befalls the afternoon like a heavy blanket
A blanket under which I rest
Legs crossed and crossed and crossed
Neck curved as a comma,
The smallest body you have seen
Nothing is mine
My arms, my hands, my head
The water that falls
Lands on nothing that belongs
Nothing is ours
The sky, the ground, the air
Skin becomes wet
Skin and water with no owner
This poem is about feelings of depersonalisation and derealisation, as well as discomfort in one's own body.
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