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you look at me
and i shrink into the cracks of the brickwork
i find comfort in the humming of
electric
( i wish i was electric )
my blood has turned to stone
at this point
i feel lonely in the bright spaces
eyes piercing
mind hurting
it's frightening
fingers pressing against wrist
maybe i need to
check
that it's still pumping
life isn't spilling
i'm still alive
Words by Nikki Hamon
Artwork by Kate Harrison (@artiste.kate)
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