Dissolution

There are parts of us living out there. Scattered organs tied by sinew, eyes that see better when they’re further apart. There are shrieking mouths with no ears to hear. Saline, seminal fluid, saliva. A touch with no qualities, like a ghostly grip. Membranes twisting and juddering under strain. Rhythmic jolts. Blue lines of electricity flashing from derma to ventricles to neurons. Ropes of nerves never connecting. Irregular thumps, shuddering intercostal contractions. Blood pulsing recklessly.

I don’t know where you end and I begin.

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