My hair is long and matted
Dripping with water, soaking my back and chest
My head feels like static.
Spilling with thoughts,
but somehow hanging suspended from me.
If I rewind ten minutes from now,
I'm sitting underwater.
I'm dense and off balance.
I'm not anywhere but right here.
And no one is here with me.
What was a bright orange glow has evolved to something sinister.
I'm heavy, weighted.
As if there's stones in my stomach that I couldn't ever remove.
I hope one day I could strip myself down to my bones.
Melt away my skin until I'm nothing but my core.
Take hold of the rough edges and pull until something takes shape.
Find who I am.
Whoever she might be.
