6:27am
Thoughts of my
Past days
lost moments in
the aether of consciousness
strangle my
ability to process
that I am indeed
alive. Instead
I live in reflection
Of the other
And exist in my own
mind. Instead
the flesh is
an odd sort of joke
a ridiculous prison
where former cuts
are failed attempts
at realism.
11:47am
In the fall of my integrity
I look back,
as Orpheus,
and lose my semblance
of femininity and
get caught on the
broken bridge
of masculinity
11:59pm
Distance from the
real has,
in turn,
brought me closer
to the truth
that I am
other. My perception
is blind,
my senses
drunk, and
my heart is burnt to ash.
Call me homunculus.
Imitation of humanity,
created from outdated definitions.
