i am resting in the tall grass again. i am not afraid to be alone and i am not afraid to be hidden. the grass doesn’t cut me but it shelters me. it’s cold to the touch and i can feel it growing all around me. the earth is soft and i sink into it gently. without fear.
i can feel the vein in my arm when i hold it i could pluck it like a string but it would snap and i would be in pain.
(not all smart animals are beautiful)
i want to be contained
tight like new skinny jeans
compacted.
sitting on the stools at lunch
remaining balanced
fixed.
bound.
perfect.
(i want to be the golden fish oil inside the pill)
i don’t have central heating.
my body is warmed by an old radiator.
it’s sounds fade into the silence of the building.
the noises dont shock me it’s only the house settling.
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