Honey-stuck
i am a ghost that haunts my body
an echo of stardust displaced
searching, reaching, unspooling
this is what it feels like:
some lost thing
slouching against the inside of
a shell—paper and porcelain,
a fortune cookie that i am inside
with a promise that
should mean something
and yet disappoints
and you search for what is real
crawl inside,
find me where I am most ruined*
often i forget about my body
i dream in third person
i spend so much time behind other eyes
the language of other thoughts
replaces my native whispers
and then, when i look
in the mirror,
i remember
i exist
and become a honey-stuck soul
muddling in this unquiet machine
trying to see my own face
trying to move my own limbs
here i am
a ghostly star
all unraveled and shiny
in someone's memory
of a too-big t-shirt
that i can slip out of like death
*Rune Lazuli
Shannon, a UX designer by trade, finds her creative spark in the world of words. When not crafting seamless digital experiences, she delves into writing, merging her love for design's structured creativity with the enchantment of storytelling. Her aim? To blend the elegance of UX with narratives that captivate and provoke thought.
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