Adrift

I don’t know what I should be.

The earth spins underfoot, hurtling in space, forever falling, while I stay still and find tendons and ligaments melting into words, words hardening into the enamel of teeth, teeth fracturing into fragments, into the cells of the body, cracking into atoms.

I don’t know what I should be but I know what I could be.

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