severed cells

Statements of identity

Assertions of consciousness

An ego

A separation between myself

And you

A recognition of our sameness

Our shared experience

Split between skin
Severed cells

fuzzy comfort

"hold onto the memories; they will hold onto you."

I am gripping the memories like a toddler clutching a baby chick, 
unknowingly choking the life out of it, 
squeezing even after the struggle stops, 
unaware of the heat leaving its body.

I am steeped in nostalgia, 
slowly leaking nutrients into the air around me. 
I am strung out on sleeplessness, 
looking for a fix of anything familiar.

I am a raw fucking nerve. 
I just want some fuzzy comfort, 
even if it's already gone cold.