Nonentity

[Lynx]

A poem that describes how I feel when I dissociate.

Nonentity

Bugs burrowing
at the back of my eyes
steal my sight
and give me a second-hand rendition
of this vision

air is pumped
under my flesh
and my fingers
fall off
and my skin
drifts

my brains are bleeding
sounds like a hurricane
in my cranium
in the cranium
of the person
of the brain
with the eyes
and the skin

and the pseudo-person
without sight
or touch
or thought
is not.

 

[SophiaGrace]

I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us -- don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!

-Emily Dickenson

 

[Lynx]

I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us -- don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.

How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!

-Emily Dickenson

Oh, I like

 

[bdsgr]

I like that Lynx

 

[Lynx]

I like that Lynx

Thanks.