Falling

Content Warning: This post deals with internalized ableism.

 

My bed is soft
my bedroom dark
my weighted duvet hugging me
and I – I am falling

The biggest, deepest, darkest secret
planted deep
its essence tangled in my roots
permeating everything
invading me

There is no me
without the false becoming the truth
the faulty becoming the real
the obvious demanding unraveling

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