Dissociate
An acrostic poem.
Dang. I lost myself again. Staring; Trepedatiously into the void, Realizing reality is gone. Again. Can't let myself wander
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Ashley Lima
I think about writing more than I write, but call myself a writer as opposed to a thinker.
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For some reason, the hair on his face grows brown, even when the hair on the top of his head is dirty blonde. He doesn't dye it. She's even seen pictures of him as a strawberry child. It didn’t make much sense, but it made him special to her. She dreamt of the day she'd walk down the aisle, and he’d be standing there, watching with tears in his eyes. She looked forward to watching his hair become grey with time. Now, her bed is empty, and her friend said that she saw him out at the bar, cleanly shaven.
By Ashley LimaExclusive • 3 years ago
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Become a paid subscriber to get access.Good one Ashley & Excellent topic. I wish more people knew more about dissociative states!
Excellently formed poem
Wow! This is so beautifully well-written. You capture the feeling of drifting off, perfectly. 💓