no one is going to love you like you
the first time was the only time
my mirror was broken in three places
the first was denial
no no no
that is not me
unrecognised
unrecognisable
i was confused
how could i have been placed as this person in this body ?
confused that i could not change
this is not who i was meant to be
but i would be stuck like this forever ?
i have always refused to dis believe that
but from birth to death i am shackled
to this body i am forced to call my home
About the Creator
Off the Book
It ended like every other stupid idea. Badly, and alone. I’m researching digital confession ethics, he said. A tech ethicist. He gestured at floating data I couldn’t see then pulled out a physical notebook. Actual paper, fountain pen. He held it up like he was showing me scripture.
By Nicky Frankly3 days ago in Fiction
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