I am now routinely pricked with pins
Sensations disturbingly do not match
asymmetry
My right hand
right leg
become phantoms
Their volume dialed down
muted
ghosts of their former selves
prone to unpredictable behavior
I keep rubbing my right hand
trying to show it
what it is like to feel
Remember I implore
it does not have ears
I am afraid
of disintegration
© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved
Great post and an insightful read. I just loved it so much !!😊
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I am so glad it resonated for you
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Thank you. I will do my best to stop by.
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Sending good energy!
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Thank you Aurora
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Of course
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