I feel it in my bones.
Like all else, it comes in the night
Exploding- burning.
Direct contact feels harmful
I feel my whole body, head first
slipping.
Hiding in the cushions,
gone until the next cleaning
or a good flossing.
Crumpled paper soldier,
tossed aside, assuming
this is what "normal" feels like.
Every cell tingles,
the atoms make themselves known.
The entire planet is aware
the grief is universal.
Breakable bones
Unknown parts of ourselves
Disheveled and feeling
purely human.
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