Disassociation
Posted On July 20, 2021
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Sorrow sits next to me,
inconsolable with grief,
weeping on the inside,
stone faced, heavier than lead, obese.
Its eyes sunken inside folds of avoidance
and its phantom arms holding tight an aching throbbing emptiness.
I assess my emotions.
Realization dawns in slow disclosure.
I was its aspirational projection,
my body galaxies away from the entity of my soul.
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