Critical, creative and digital writingEcriture critique, créative et numérique

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04 2016  


All the fibers of my body are taut;
they're about to tear apart my sameness
and wreak havoc on my oneness.
I have a strained mind and a body
that's collapsing onto itself in agony;
my senses are sore with overthinking,
my hopes crushed with foreboding,
and I expect to lose my integrity
this instant where all of this is over.
I am ground into the powder of my former self.