___Flicker.
Flicker.
Flicker.
nothing,
— pulse,___
there’s a hum,
a crack in the air
___splitting sound.
Where am I?___
_The sky is_
_broken._
Can't remember
___what it looked like.
Eyes?___
Are they mine?
___Flickering too,___
shaking with
___electric pulse___
crackling through my teeth.
___I feel it___
underneath my skin.
_Hands don’t
feel right,
touch doesn’t
make sense—_
___skin is not skin.___
___What was I?
Who was I?
Laughter—___
_no, screaming?_
I—
___no, not me—
I’m here.
I’m here.___
_I am._
The wires hum louder,
closer,
___louder.___
I’m part of it,
a piece,
like a thread
___snapped___
_and rewound
in the wrong place._
but it feels good,
doesn’t it?
to belong,
___to dissolve,___
_to feel this twist
in my mind._
I feel it—
this weight.
_It holds me._
___I’m home.___
Mar 31, 2025
Mar 31, 2025 at 3:18 AM UTC
___Flicker.
Flicker.
Flicker.
nothing,
— pulse,___
there’s a hum,
a crack in the air
___splitting sound.
Where am I?___
_The sky is_
_broken._
Can't remember
___what it looked like.
Eyes?___
Are they mine?
___Flickering too,___
shaking with
___electric pulse___
crackling through my teeth.
___I feel it___
underneath my skin.
_Hands don’t
feel right,
touch doesn’t
make sense—_
___skin is not skin.___
___What was I?
Who was I?
Laughter—___
_no, screaming?_
I—
___no, not me—
I’m here.
I’m here.___
_I am._
The wires hum louder,
closer,
___louder.___
I’m part of it,
a piece,
like a thread
___snapped___
_and rewound
in the wrong place._
but it feels good,
doesn’t it?
to belong,
___to dissolve,___
_to feel this twist
in my mind._
I feel it—
this weight.
_It holds me._
___I’m home.___
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