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[wyrmflwer]

There is blood, there is flesh

There is the brittle structure of bone, there is concave lungs

This is what makes a body

But I am made of memories

Placed together, cracked at the seams

What was i like, back when i was whole?

I say as if I have not been broken from the start

This is not a melancholy rambling, a half-hearted stream of ennui. This is a fact of life; a fact of body

What would change if I was not the sole carrier of my being?

What if I did not have to be both broken bowl and potter?

I ask these questions, to no-one but myself, as if I am not terrified of who else I might be

My heart is a heavy thing; I feel its weight in my throat

But, I wonder,

If I were to reach past my chest, between the third and fourth rib,

I would not be meet with heart, but with soul

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