‘To Telepathize It’
a prose poem, written by someone diagnosed with schizophrenia
By h.a.lainePublished 4 months ago • 1 min read
—- you were the skin that pulled me taut, lost somewhere in the permafrost. these daydreams formed reality like crystals. my innermost truth hibernated. some prayers are like groans, some dreams are like memories. these late night meetings with foreign entities. and it’s not about when the disclosure is, it’s about what happens afterwards. was it too early for you and I to talk through the wall? is it too late for us all to learn a new language?
About the Creator
h.a.laine
writer, telepathist, alien translator. diagnosed with schizophrenia. I write prose poetry and create digital art to describe my experiences.
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