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i am not my bodyIt's just a body.
just a shell; an exterior casing that I live in.
It's like my house.
It doesn't matter its size or shape.
My soul is bigger than my body will ever be.
It is my spirit, my personality, my vitality that matter.
My body may look like anything, but I have not changed.
It's just a body.
It isn't even just mine. It's ours.
We share this dwelling cell.
It's just a body.
It's only a frame;
a structure we inhabit.
Clothes don't matter;
my soul is greater.
Shape, tone, chest, legs, back, stomach, face;
They are not who I am.
My body is not who I am.
It says nothing about me.
I say what I am,
who I am,
how I am.
A mirror does not reflect my soul, heart, worth.
My thighs are allowed to touch.
I am not my thighs.
My pants are allowed to fit and even be too tight.
I am not my size.
My clothes are not who I am.
My fingers should not easily wrap around my bicep.
I need to show myself I'm strong.
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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