How can I harness the displacing I did as a younger me into the displacement of falling? Of falling through time? What if the space of a fall is one of dissonance and disconnect?
Outsider anger streams and mingles with my own. Fractured into many knots, now surfacing unshakable. Base chakra healing in the key of D
Dead pelvis. Dead breasts. A body trapped in time.
I am your stream of consciousness I am your haunting mother I am your infected blood I am the shadow at the edge of frame I am your dream that your hair fell out.
In her dream that her hair fell out, I am what was left underneath