i have seen the water lifted from its body into the air. i have been lifted from my own body in a ceremonious departure of pin pricks and soft fingertips. a heaven inches above where i lay.
it's like learning a new language.
and now that i know where home is, maybe i feel safer in my own skin. Because when i first returned my skin was a mess of tears and cool shivers.
it was strange to be tugged out of what i thought there was. only to be able to see what really is there and to be forced back in.
into a sack of balloons and straws. a ball pit inside a leather bag.
i want handcuffs next time. so maybe i won't be so tempted to try and leave.
p.s. i'll get the next episode up as soon as the work levels off...
heavy weight wrestler, fight me in your comforter.
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