dogma

skin clean as a whistle and limbs rigid with expectation, i am preparing myself for the world and the world is ready for me. instinctive jerks of my arms and i am learning how it all works, testing the reflex and sense of my nerves, a thousand tiny pins in my ribs and weakness in my soft bones. my insides feel too big for the vacuum-packed flesh that holds my insides in, the angles of my joints protruding and threatening to pierce and rip their way out of my tight body.

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One Response to “dogma”

  1. oh, this is so wicked lovely!

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