Autoscopy

⎯⎯ ୨ Autoscopy ୧ ⎯⎯
─ a poem + artwork ─

just something personal i wanted to put into words + image. i suppose one could call it a quiet study of feeling distant from yourself.

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From sheets and heavy double
underneath the skin hardening
I couldn’t decipher the face
or the mattress which my shadow
would leave me through, in. I,
missing the morning, had to turn,
believe in bone. Because yesterday
decided to grow cartilage
inside my mouth I abandoned names
I left mirrors. Window that could
never be looked through and hollow
sound. I’ve forgiven the body
in my bed just to sleep with no echo
of who I used to be. I kept thinking
of the glass when the room went blank.
When the unobserved view made
someone else. So I could tear,
beyond imagining what within
would wake.

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. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ poetry: @Nix ୭⋆。˚ (semi-hiatus) ࿐ྂ
⇢ ˗ˏˋ original poem + formatting: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1368601386/
⇢ ˗ˏˋ thank you for reading

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