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Adept at using pieces of my own body to block out what I don't want to see. A knee when you're laying flat on your back, turning your head at such an angle your nose blocks, my own thumb, my hair mostly. Sometimes I feel enclosed in tiny spaces, able to think, breathe, and feel. No sight, no sound, no smell. I wonder how it feels to be trailed along walls by uncaring hands, led wherever I "needed" to go. It was that way when I was young and I came so far. Too far to revert.
The boy who put the hairspray in the trash to deform his face when he burned the trash so he could make himself what he really was.
"Tell us a gross personal story," Brandy says en route to Seattle. Brandy all the time being the boss of me. Being THISCLOSE to death herself.
Rip yourself open.
Tell me my life story before I die.
Sew yourself shut.
The boy who put the hairspray in the trash to deform his face when he burned the trash so he could make himself what he really was.
"Tell us a gross personal story," Brandy says en route to Seattle. Brandy all the time being the boss of me. Being THISCLOSE to death herself.
Rip yourself open.
Tell me my life story before I die.
Sew yourself shut.