⎯⎯ ୨ Autoscopy ୧ ⎯⎯ ─ a poem + artwork ─ 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. *. * · - author's note - *. * · just something personal i wanted to put into words + image. i suppose one could call it a quiet study of feeling distant from yourself. click/tap to see the artwork. . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ poetry: @Q1nix ࿐ྂ ⇢ ˗ˏˋ thank you for reading
