Sunday, January 7, 2018

Day 7.

August 2017 was a difficult time. It was also prolific. This was just one of the pieces that came out during that time. I originally wrote this sometime between 8/3/2017 & 8/11/2017.


Dissociate

I watch my hands
write the words
I never wanted to say.
I watch my body moving.
I have no control
over any of its actions.

I cannot stop any of it
no matter how hard I try.

My pen.
My body.
They are no longer mine to control.

My body is on a trajectory,
moving forward with
the plan it has concocted.
My brain held hostage.

I watch from inside.
Useless.
Helpless.
at

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