Electric shock of .you're alone. sits stinging,
radiating panic of a time past,
new born, still unable to crawl,
dying of deprivation,
dependent on the world of your touch.
Engulfed, this is my reality.
This. Meshed with a watery clean container,
inviting this process,
a safe place to feel unsafe.
My entire body brimming with buzz,
This electricity feels terrorizing, traumatic.
I feel dangerous here,
like i could break my neck convulsing at high-voltage.
I am like a fish, still alive,
while parts of me cook at high temperatures.
How terrifying, to witness
the transformation of one's own flesh.
I switch to the widest channel:
comforting Mother, stroking my head.
The more courage i walk with,
the closer She caresses me.
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