Struggling with the transition of sharing myself and the changes that occur.
I'm a host for
a separate soul.
Eventually, I'll lose
control. Movements
slow, and neurons progressively
stop responding to me.
I absorb textures
as if it was my discovery.
Sensation on fading skin
and I can't tell if this
pan is burning me.
I forget how to recharge.
My eyes stay open. I try
to lay still.
But
the sheet has too many crumbs
and I'm a princess who
can't sleep on a pea.
The dryer cycle has ended
I must prevent those
wrinkles from pressing.
The light in the bathroom
was left on. I hear the fan, trying
to remove non-existent humidity.
Nutrients escape me,
no matter the amount
I consume. Always delivered
to the other person within me.
I cannot recognize my face.
Not with such a dramatic change.
Soon my whole self will
be gone. And I'm left confused
about the identity of my old body.
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