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I'm getting lost in a story that isn't my own. She's becoming a monster, the epicentre of noise. Or maybe the monster isn't her and it's just expanding within her instead. She's spilling across the page, forgetting everything but another line another line another line as every noun gets separated from its adjective and each adjective gets

Disjointed from its verb. Let me take an electric warmth, arms full of stuffed cotton and a ticking alarm for your beating heart. Let me hide it all within my sheets and let me bake it on high for twenty minutes to create a loneliness that isn't you an won't be you until time is

Disjointed to the point that does not exist until proven otherwise. Whether it looks like love or looks like rain, I don't want to regret this in fifteen years. I don't want a foetid tattoo leaking green poison into my bloodstream, its forever purpose

Disjointed from what it once meant, making me lose the game I hung on the dice. This game isn't fair; its rules are always

Disjointed, like her mind as the monster consumes her. It's starting to be

Disjointed like this sentence and this prose is becoming

Disjointed too, and maybe

Disjointed is becoming

me.

Description
I'm getting lost in a story that isn't my own. She's becoming a monster, the epicentre of noise. Or maybe the monster isn't her and it's just expanding within her instead. She's spilling across the page, forgetting everything but another line another line another line as every noun gets separated from its adjective and each adjective gets

Disjointed from its verb. Let me take an electric warmth, arms full of stuffed cotton and a ticking alarm for your beating heart. Let me hide it all within my sheets and let me bake it on high for twenty minutes to create a loneliness that isn't you an won't be you until time is

Disjointed to the point that does not exist until proven otherwise. Whether it looks like love or looks like rain, I don't want to regret this in fifteen years. I don't want a foetid tattoo leaking green poison into my bloodstream, its forever purpose

Disjointed from what it once meant, making me lose the game I hung on the dice. This game isn't fair; its rules are always

Disjointed, like her mind as the monster consumes her. It's starting to be

Disjointed like this sentence and this prose is becoming

Disjointed too, and maybe

Disjointed is becoming

me.