That's not my name

That's not my name

A pocket of emptiness unfolds in my soul.

My core shifts collapsing into the hole, rearranging my topography.

Dissonance vibrates through my consciousness.

A war is beginning.

Seismic waves are pounding the surface.

The plates of my person are colliding.

My foundation is buckling.

Something is breaking inside of me. I am afraid.

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Fault lines shoot through my soul.

I am cracking.

The broken pieces of me grind past each other.

My edges no longer line up.

Shockwaves echo through me.

A deep pain reverberates in the crystal structure of my bones.

Can you see that I am breaking?

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I unfasten into a chasm.

The universe shudders at my unraveling.

The aftershocks reduce me to nothing.

Everything I am has collapsed.

All of me is fading into nothing.

I am being pulled into the blackness of myself.

Don’t let me slip away into the emptiness.

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There is darkness. Nothing is left.

But I am still in here. Screaming.

Can’t you hear me?

I can’t find myself in the fractured reflection.

I am lost. The war is over.

I crumble into eternity and scatter in the night wind.

I am nothing.

Call me what you will.