Stranger

It is…

… astonishing…

… numbing, to find…

… that inside you there is a stranger.

One that has your…

… arms…

… your legs…

… your eyes.

A sleepless, restless stranger…

… who keeps walking…

… keeps eating…

… keeps…

… living.

***

– There is no going back
to that other person…

… that other place.

This thing, this stranger…

… she is all you are now.

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